Chapter 31. Nighties, and Interruptions.
Ruth looked around the huge apartment. Never did she believe such a place actually existed in the world, apart from between the covers of glossy magazines. The penthouse was the entire width and length of the large building, and it oozed opulence but in an understated way, that perfectly matched Devon. The walls were painted an off-white colour, and the furniture was a contrasting dark blue. The walls along one side were floor-to-ceiling windows which overlooked the New York skyline.
“Wow,” Ruth breathed as she stood motionless taking it all in.
Although she knew Devon was a billionaire, she had never really thought of him as such. To her, he was her friend and her boss. But the reality of his wealth suddenly hit her, as she looked around his
