200 Eleventh Avenue Novels & Stories

But Elara Rhodes had looked at me across that boardroom table with those eyes and I was still sitting with it two hours later like a woman who'd walked into a room and forgotten why she'd come. I stood up then moved to the window. Vale Group's New York office occupied the thirty-second floor of a building on Park Avenue. The view was good. I'd made sure of that when I signed the lease. The view mattered, the address mattered, the way the light hit the glass at four in the afternoon mattered. These things told people something before you opened your mouth. Elara's building was forty floors. I looked at the city. She hadn't flinched. Not once.