Kapitel 333: Thrown For a Kitten

Ethan 

Even though tomorrow was a Sunday, it did not necessarily mean that I was resting. I could not imagine living inside a hotel for however long I was in New York therefore I had organised with realtors to help me search for a small or medium sized apartment with its own private gym in the building in a jog friendly area. 

Uncle John had given me a list of places I was allowed to go so I wasted no time. They had about six to eight candidates for me which I was really excited about. The hotel was becoming claustrophobic and I just could not have peace with the paparazzi either. 

After I unlocked the suite's door I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my jacket and threw my bowtie in a random direction. This had become my routine whenever I had come back and I had a feeling it would be for a long time.