Romans & histoires Empire State Building Percy Jackson

he muttered out loud into the room. Percy gave himself a few minutes to take a break, gather his thoughts before going back out to see if the men he has looking for his assassin and the cop had found anything. Right now he has John keeping eyes on things and informing him quickly if anything new comes up. Percy has his eyes closed as his thoughts took him on a journey on how to sort the mess he was in. It was paramount that he find Lightning. If the woman was to take what she knows to the wrong people, he is afraid that it would mean the downfall of the empire which he built with his blood and sweat.

Manhattan——the City, the urban core of the New York metropolitan area, the cultural, financial, media, and entertainment capital of the world. The time is three quarter past four when I finally arrive here, at the headquarters of the Peyton Group. With 99 floors in the building, the Peyton Tower is over 1,299 ft, taller than the Empire State Building, taking the forth place in New York’s tallest building. Standing in the middle of the open park in front of the skyscraper, I raise my head up high and squint into the skylight——so this is the home base of my family’s enemy.

EMBER'S POV "Can you see this huge building, Papa? One day, I will be the owner of this very building. You'll see, Papa. There will be a long black car waiting for me, driven by my driver who will also be my bodyguard. He will take me to my empire, where everyone will greet me by saying, 'Look, our intelligent miss, Ember William, is here.'" "Oh, Ember, stop daydreaming and focus on the fishes. You're missing out on a lot."

We briefly walked away before turning and heading to Gynem. “So…Beta Penn…do you need a Best Man?” Hunter asked, trying to sound nonchalant. “I suppose I do,” Penn smirked. “You up for it?” “I mean, sure…why not?” “How do we think the Wanix will react to Penn being their Emperor?” Zeke questioned. I shrugged. “Probably better than they would have reacted to Cedric.” *** Serena was the first Wanix to see us when we exited the forest. “The Empress has returned!” She screamed as she ran over to us.

a a made up laugh. My heart crushed everytime Blake caressed my hand or he looked at me. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked as we walked the theater. “It was funny, Dwayne killed it.” I chuckled. “What do you want to do next beautiful?” “Let’s go to the Empire State Building, Blake. Let’s go to the very top of that building.” I said. “Empire State Building? You don’t want to go shopping?” He asked and I shook my head. “I want to go there so bad.” For the last time, please. I want to go there with you.

I assured him. A few moments later I found myself driving through the city's bustling streets, the familiar hum of the engine and the rhythm of my breath grounding me as I neared the towering steel-and-glass structure that was Grayson Industries. The building loomed like a colossus in the skyline, its sleek modern design an unmistakable symbol of power and ambition—everything that Gideon represented.

The empire would fall this time. And he would rise. END OF FLASHBACK

"Have you ever thought about how bad this will make you look if, hypothetically, your future partner finds out you've gotten married before?" "I don't care," he simply shrugged. As I waited for him to elaborate, his words hung in the air, and I realized that was all he had to say. I nodded absently, my gaze drifting out the window. Thirty-five minutes of cityscape blurred together before Cole pulled over in front of a building that dwarfed its surroundings. Not just any building but Empire. The skyscraper's towering presence seemed to whisper tales of opulence, rumored to have cost billions of dollars to construct.

"Ms. Cooper, people like him should be sent straight to the psych ward so he doesn't frighten the children." He turned to me and mocked, "Stop pretending to be someone you're not! If you really had that kind of power, would you let Kyrie wear cheap knockoffs?" I watched them coldly as they carried on with their act. Back then, for the convenience of picking up and dropping off my child, I had deliberately built the preschool just one block away from the group headquarters. With Tony's professional efficiency, it would take five minutes at most before I could slap these idiots in the face.

Joe stood several meters back, steady but no longer untouched. His sleeve was torn. Blood traced lightly down his temple. But he was smiling. “Incredible,” he whispered. Emily sagged in my arms. I caught her before she fell. Her energy had dimmed significantly. The violent hum was gone. Only faint tremors remained. Chris rushed forward. “We need to move! Now!” He was right. The building was failing. Chunks of concrete continued falling. The structure groaned ominously. I lifted Emily into my arms. She barely had strength to protest.