"Mr. Castellanos." I shook his hand. "This is Isabella Rodriguez, My Wife."
"Ms. Rodriguez." He turned to her, and I watched him struggle not to stare. "A pleasure."
"Likewise," Isabella purred, and I felt Miguel's composure crack slightly.
"Please, sit." He gestured to chairs that probably cost five figures each. "Can I offer you anything? Water? Coffee? Something stronger?"
"We're fine," I said, settling into the chair like I'd been born to luxury. Isabella sat beside me, crossing her legs in a move that made Miguel forget whatever he'd been about to say.
He cleared his throat, returned to his desk. "So. You're interested in acquiring two of our penthouse suites."
"That's correct."
"I have to say, that's... unusual. Most buyers are looking for a single residence."
"I'm not most buyers."
His smile acknowledged that. "Clearly. Well, you're in luck—we currently have three penthouse units available. Would you like to tour them before making a decision?"
"All three."
