Being a doorman didn’t have many perks and Farlington Smith knew that too well.
“Hello Mrs. Maglerere”, he said.
Mrs. Maglerere looked blankly at him and then with a flick of her expensive blowout, headed up towards the elevator. Suddenly a clomping noise came down the marble stairs and he saw Martha Curlingtons overweight body come downstairs with her dog Frou Frou Darling. Today both Martha and Frou Frou Darling were dressed in matching puke green Juicy excercising suits.
“I’d like a cab to the gym”, she panted.
If you really want to excercise why don’t you just walk?, Farely thought but called for the cab anyways.
The elevator dinged and out came Mr. Maglerere the last person from the morning crowd. Quickly he straightend his new tie and speed walked towards the limo, kissing his mistress Kaya.
Farley sighed and wondered for the millionth time why he had taken this job, then remebered why- the money. Something the people who lived in Summer Towers would never have to worry about.