And a lovely car, it was. Erik couldn't help but love it, it was overpowered, overpriced, and overtly flashy. It was one of the few things he hadn't slated to get rid of. He set all the bags in the trunk of the Veyron, and slid into the driver's side. "You look nice in almost all of those clothes, Pam. I can't wait to see you take them all off at some point."
He got onto the toll road and sped, of course, to his mansion home in Greenwich. It was next to the water, and was certainly not what one would call modest. He didn't particularly like it or how flashy it was, much preferring a smaller sized home, but it was what he'd gotten, and he wasn't going to complain. What he did do, however, was make sure each of the bedrooms were equipped with sun blinds that completely blocked the sun. State of the art, they said, and he hadn't had issue with them yet. Once they were parked, he grabbed the many bags and boxes from the back and walked up the marble staircase. "Welcome to Stepford. Don't eat the hired help. Our neighbors, however, are fair game."