The Owner's Box

Chapter 21

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Isabella Saint POV

Oh my gosh, Atlanta feels so much cooler than Miami, I thought to myself as I walked out of Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport.

Harlow had business in Atlanta, and we hadn't seen each other in two weeks due to her busy schedule. So, as soon as she made it back to the east coast, I had to come up and see her. I missed her so much.

While we were on FaceTime last night, Harlow mentioned she was flying into Atlanta, and I immediately booked my flight. So here I am.

Harlow insisted on sending a driver to bring me to her hotel, and of course, I said yes. I had the driver stop by a flower shop, where I grabbed a dozen Ocean Breeze Orchids before heading to the hotel.

When I arrived, I texted Harlow to let her know I was pulling up.

Isabella Saint 😇😈🌶️: Yo. Im bouta pullup

Harlow 🦒🥀🥰: In a virtual conference. Go to front desk get the key card. I already informed them of your arrival. just show them ID

Isabella Saint 😇😈🌶️: Alright see you in a min

The SUV comes to a stop and the driver gets out, running around and opening my door. He then heads to the back to retrieve my bags.

"Have a good day, Ms. Saint." the driver says before returning to the truck and driving off.

With my bags in hand, I make my way to the front desk. After showing them my ID, I'm handed a key card and directed to the penthouse elevator.

I get on the elevator and wait as it ascends to the 20th floor. When it stops, I use the keycard to enter the penthouse.

Rolling my bags into the spacious interior, I leave them in the first bedroom I come across, noticing Harlow's bags already there.

I carry the orchids into the kitchen before going to look around.

The place is enormous, even bigger than my new spot in Miami. I chuckle to myself.

I walk over to the large windows, gazing down at I-285, watching Georgia drivers weave in and out of traffic. The view is crazy from here.

I hope Harlow has a driver while we're here because these Georgians can absolutely not drive.

After a while of looking around, I decide to go search for Harlow.

Her voice gets louder and louder as I approach a door that's slightly ajar. I push it open and there she is. There's my girl.

Harlow is sitting behind an office desk, smiling and talking to her colleagues. She glances up and winks at me as I walk closer.

Leaning off camera, she pecks my lips.

"Hi." I whisper to her as she leans back in her seat.

Harlow smiles looking me up and down, almost staring.

I missed her smile.

I bite my lip at her. She always makes me nervous when she's looking at me and I can't what she's thinking.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Ms. Steele, but Lot C is the one you wanted to go over next, am I right?" I hear a male voice through the speakers.

"That is correct, John. Let's start with an overview refresher." Harlow replies, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Okay, great. Rodney, can you give us the starting numbers for Lot C?" John asks.

"Sure. So, if we look..." A second male begins to talk.