One of the toniest addresses in Vegas, the Presidio had impeccable service and unrivaled views, but I wouldn’t know—all my home time was spent sleeping or changing clothes. More than once I’d thought about just moving into a small apartment at the hotel, but Teddie also lived at the Presidio. Giving up proximity and privacy seemed too high a price for expediency.After rewarding Watalsky for his business acumen, I pushed through the double doors into rarified air. Filled with wood, brass, knotted silk rugs, and important artwork, the lobby reeked of class and exclusivity. To be honest, had I not bought my place at pre-construction prices, I would no longer have enough green to even worm my way onto the waiting list. Not that that would bother me—I got enough attitude at work, I didn’t also have to live with it. Frankly, the whole thing had been Teddie’s idea—he bought the penthouse and I bought the floor below. A good investment, he had said, and he’d been right.Forrest, our resident concierge/bouncer/doorman/friend, rushed from behind his desk.
