We stepped into the elevator and Ty typed a code on the keypad rather than pressing one of the numbered buttons. We started zooming upward, and the destination floor showed as 32, which surprised me a little. There were no number buttons for floors thirty through thirty-two, which were off-limits to most hotel patrons. While some of the staff were housed on the floor below me, apparently Kaz rated one of the penthouse flats on the second-to-top floor of the building. The top was ...