We get to the end of a hallway and he turns the one knob of a large pair of double doors and pushes it open.
I follow him inside, my steps tentative, but as soon as I’m in, my eyes bulge wide behind my glasses and my chest swells in awe.
The room is absolutely stunning, almost magical even. I’m frozen in place for several seconds, my brain racing, trying to process everything in my line of vision.
And, boy, is it a lot.
“This is going to be your designated quarters for the duration of this arrangement,” he says. “You have free access to this room and all the facilities in this wing at any time should you require any of them, but the rest of the house is restricted and out of bounds to you unless I’m present with you or decide otherwise. Is that understood?”