“Exactly,” he said, giving an easy smile. That was a complete lie however – he’d never had much luck with neighbors. The ones’ near his parents’ small house had always been too eager to gossip about his siblings’ advancements. In college, they’d only yelled about how much noise he and Gina made. And now? One was never around or was this blonde before him. He couldn’t say much for them, though Hannah did seem alright.
As someone on the tenth floor, Xavier shouldn’t have seemed that much wealthier than Hannah. The truth was far off – in terms of money, he belonged on the penthouse level. But misleading things like that – being able to throw open his door and prove that he was more than he seemed was necessary. He was supposed to be a mystery, at least to an extent. “I’m sure it’s comfortable,” he shrugged. Taking a sip of his coke, he pretended to consider the question. “I didn’t really think much of it at the time. I knew I’d probably be hosting a few things in the future…didn’t want to hear any criticism from the people I do business with.” Xavier shrugged again, before gesturing to the kitchen table. “I can’t risk ruining my career.”