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Jade bent her neck, staring up at the hotel. It was nothing short of modern, located on what was known as Billionaire's Row on 57th Street. Every level of the large tower was made of reflective glass that cast off prismatic gleams from the surrounding city lights. She could barely make out the brightly-lit night sky between the narrow spaces of the surrounding buildings.

I said his name out loud, because I needed to hear it in the air to know it was real. "Atlas Marchetti." I turned the key. I drove forty blocks south. Fifth Avenue blurred past me. A taxi cut across me at 50th. A bus stopped at 47th. A man on the corner of 38th sold roses from a bucket, three for ten dollars, and he was the only person on the street who looked like he was in his right life that night. The building was on Greenwich Street, three blocks east of the river. Pre-war cast iron. Six floors. Dark windows except for one on the top floor.

The limo stopped in front of Kieran’s loft in the Greenwich Village, or the Village, a neighborhood on the west side of Lower Manhattan, the heart and soul of the American bohemian culture. They stepped out of the car and Paxton practically dragged her towards the main entrance of the building. Rhiannon chewed a nail as he jammed the key into the door. Maybe if she deliberately irritated Paxton, he’d decide looking after her wasn’t worth it after all.

“He was the one who ran over Nathan. Good riddance.” The first penthouse looked great, but I could tell from her eyes it wasn't what she wanted. The second, third and fourth ones were the same. She said she liked them, but I could tell they weren't the ones. We stood on the balcony of the last apartment we were viewing at 157 W 57th St., and Lucille’s eyes were sparkling. The sky was a mixture of beautiful hues of reds and oranges, and pinks and purples. Only a quarter of the sun could be seen.

But all I could do was sit there, holding Elena's hand, listening to the man who'd killed twenty-one people to prove a point. "I'm giving you another chance, Adrian. Twenty-four hours to reconsider." "And if I say no again?" "Then the next gas leak will be at Luxe Collective headquarters. 1847 Broadway. Seventeenth floor." My blood went cold. Elena heard it. Her grip on my hand tightened. "You know the address," Alexei continued pleasantly. "Where your beautiful wife works. How many employees does Luxe have on that floor? Forty? Fifty?" "Don't—" "Three PM tomorrow. If I don't hear yes from you by then, I'll assume you need another demonstration of how expensive principles can be."

Leon The grand headquarters of Halefield Luxury looked immaculate under the bright morning sun, the soaring glass atrium reflecting the clean New York sky like a massive mirror. The entire main lobby had been completely transformed over the last twelve hours. The air smelled rich and expensive from the hundreds of premium white floral arrangements my team had positioned along the marble pillars, masking the usual sterile scent of polished stone and air conditioning.

I joked, tossing a couch pillow her way. On our way , I called my parents to fill them in on my job, and they were super excited and proud of me. They wished me luck! When Lila pulled up in front of Walton Apex Capital, she turned to me and asked if I was ready. I told her I was more than ready, taking a deep breath. She smiled and said, 'That's my girl!' As I got out of the car, I watched Lila drive off and looked up at the tall glass building in front of me. Walton Apex Capital was a sleek fifty-five-story tower made of steel and glass, reflecting the morning sunlight and standing proudly in the Manhattan skyline..

The guest suite that Alexander had arranged for Lila was on the fourteenth floor of a private residence building on the Upper West Side, one of three properties he maintained across the city under subsidiary company names, properties whose connection to him required several layers of corporate documentation to establish and which were therefore, for all practical purposes, invisible to anyone without the resources to look deeply enough.