Tyson Towers Novels & Stories

New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting the face of the man who stood at the helm of one of the most powerful financial empires: Aiden Power.

Only the untouchable, mathematical precision of a sovereign who had mastered every piece on the board. He lifted his glass slightly in a silent, respectful toast, turned on his heel, and walked back toward the rear cabin. I reached out, my dark leather glove closing around the tarnished brass key on my desk, and slipped it into the inside pocket of my coat. The jet began its long, smooth descent over the Atlantic, dropping through the clouds toward the glowing grid of New York. Below us, Midtown Manhattan rose out of the dusk like an empire carved from glass and steel. Eighty-five floors above Wall Street, the tower bearing the Vance name burned bright against the dark night—a monolith of ab

"They were waiting for us to leave." "Or waiting for the Council to fall. With the old power structure gone, everyone's making moves." They rounded a corner, and Jack got his first look at Sterling Tower. Or rather, what Sterling Tower had become. The building still stood—forty-seven floors of glass and steel, rising like a middle finger toward the heavens. But the Sterling name had been stripped from the facade. In its place, rendered in sleek black letters, was a new name: MIDNIGHT CAPITAL "No," Jack said flatly.

Besides, Aziel's condition was unique—there might even be a way to find a cure, saving his own life in the process. As night fell and the city lights brightened, Chase left his home and drove toward Larsen Group. Larsen Group's headquarters was located at the outskirts of Capital City, spread across thousands of acres in a truly opulent area. Larsen Tower loomed tall. It was an imposing and grand structure. It soared to 300 floors, each one richly decorated, looking almost like a palace. It exuded luxury to the fullest. Chase slowly parked his car in front of the Larsen Group building, stepped out, and headed toward the entrance.