Despite his wealth, Noah's destination wasn't a real estate office.
His five-figure balance, while impressive by his previous standards, wouldn't comfortably cover a quality house purchase in the city.
He could manage the mortgage route, with a twenty percent down on a $500,000 property somewhere decent.
But the thought of interest rates made his stomach clench with remembered anxiety.
I've had enough with interest rates. I don't want to go down that path again, even if I could easily handle the payments now, without worrying about being broke again.
He would rather pay in full when the time came. Cash purchase, no complications, no monthly reminders of financial obligations.
A smile spread across his face as he considered his actual destination.
Twenty minutes from his apartment, in a part of the city that balanced accessibility with authenticity.
…
Noah stood before a large training facility whose exterior radiated some kind of aura.
