He Lost His Soul

As the Director of Concierge of the Liberty Building in Tribeca, it's my job to take care of the rich and famous, the billionaire suits, their trophy wives, all the VIPs.
It's like running a hotel—but for billionaires.
When a penthouse opens up, it's like the floor of the Stock Exchange. The highest bidder wins.
And this time, the winner is Deacon Hamilton.
He's young and gorgeous...but a tool. He hardly says two words to me, won't even look at me when he speaks and treats me like an imbecile.
But the longer I pick up his dry cleaning, deliver his groceries, take care of all the details of his life, the more I realize he's not what he seems.
He's just brilliant.
Extremely brilliant.
A noble prize-winning doctor and researcher, Deacon Hamilton is one of the most gifted men on the planet.
But he doesn't know how to talk to people, doesn't know how to communicate, doesn't know how to connect with anyone.
Except me.