In a city filled with men of means who often stray beyond the borders of their marriages and relationships, real estate agents routinely help philanderers and sugar daddies find love nests.
But unlike a secret, second cellphone discovered by a spouse, these brokers are unhackable.
“My client’s private interpersonal relations are not my business,” Douglas Elliman’s Michael Graves, who recently helped a client find a Manhattan apartment for his mistress, told the New York Daily News. “We must see our clients the same way a doctor sees a patient and do our work with discretion.”
Residential broker Andrew Rose recalled receiving a call last month from an overseas client looking to make a quick deal for a rental apartment. “He started with a budget for $3,000 for a studio but, for that kind of money, he couldn’t find a place he’d be willing to spend the night in,” he said.
Next thing he knew, Rose had spent three days cruising around Manhattan in a chauffeured Escalade with a London restaurateur and his 20-year-old squeeze – a bottle hostess that he’d just met in a nightclub.
“We ended up in a ridiculously cool apartment in Midtown West with a full-time concierge, two pools and a gym,” Rose said. “The budget turned into $5,500 a month.” [NYDN] – Rey Mashayekhi