Dear Shatner Claus:
What do y'all think this'd run me, lease-wise, per month? I'm thinking one around, say, the 50th floor.
My ENTIRE LIFE I've wanted an office in the Empire State Building. My entire life.
My ENTIRE LIFE I've wanted an office in the Empire State Building. My entire life.
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Good god DAMN. I'll take the 61st and 62nd floors and their 53,740 square feet, please. (Not sure what I'd do with it, but damn, that sounds decadent.)
Trying - TRYING - to imagine a building floor way up high that covers 5 times the square footage of my house. Such is the life of this little groundling.
We can have lunch together! Our, um, secretaries will set it up!
Oh man. Srsly. I really do wonder what it costs. I gotta come up with a bidness to put there.
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