Page 84 of Claimed By The Other Brother

She hesitates at the door.

"Is there anything else you need me to handle for Ms. Bradford's arrival?"

"Actually, yes." I lean back in my chair.

"I need you to call our company leasing agent. Andrea Smith. Put her through to me directly."

Emma's eyebrows raise slightly.

"You want to handle it personally?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? I can coordinate the housing arrangements—"

"I'm sure." My tone leaves no room for discussion.

"Make the call."

"Of course, Mr. Blackwell."

She leaves, and I turn my chair to face the windows. Manhattan sprawls below me, the city bathed in late afternoon sun.

My phone buzzes. Emma's voice comes through the intercom.

"Andrea Smith on line two."

I pick up. "Andrea."

"Mr. Blackwell." Her voice is crisp, professional.

"What can I do for you?"

"I need an apartment. One bedroom, full amenities. Gramercy or Flatiron area. Furnished, move-in ready."

"When do you need it?"

"By the end of the week."

A pause as she processes the tight timeline.

"That's doable. Any other specifications?"

"Not too far from the office. Fifteen-minute commute maximum." I want her close. Accessible.

"I have a few options that fit those parameters," Andrea says. I hear typing in the background.

"There's a place on Twenty-Third Street. One bedroom, recently renovated, great building. Modern kitchen, updated bathroom, good natural light. Building has a doorman, gym, rooftop access."

"Send me the details."

"One moment." More typing.

"Just emailed them to you."

I pull up my email on my computer. The photos show exactly what I'm looking for—clean, modern, comfortable.

"I'll take it," I tell Andrea.