Novelas y relatos de Tyson Towers

Not even close. The penthouse at the top of the Hayes Tower didn't feel like a home; it felt like a monument to isolation. ​Located on the sixty-fifth floor, the entire northern and eastern walls were made of seamless, tinted glass, offering a panoramic, dizzying view of the city below. The floors were polished white concrete, the furniture a collection of minimalist charcoal leather and brushed steel. There were no family photographs, no stray books, no signs that a human being actually lived, breathed, or ate there. It was sterile. It was perfect. It was Ryan.

FIRST DAY AT CALDWELL TOWER Caldwell Tower was in Midtown. Fifty-three floors of steel and glass that looked like someone had taken the concept of "corporate headquarters" and decided to do it better than everyone else. I stood on the sidewalk Monday morning at eight forty-five looking up at it, trying to calm the small panic happening in my chest. This was fine. This was just a job. Just work. The fact that the man I was whatever we were doing owned the building didn't change the basic mechanics of showing up and doing work.

I didn't know that it was possible to make skyscrapers that looked like sailboats. The car slowly worked it's way toward the base of the massive tower of the Burj Khalifa. At 2,722 feet and 162 floors: it dominated the skyline. My neck ached as I craned it backward to see the top, but we were too close and the tower was too tall. The car dropped us off, and Owen and I headed inside the main lobby.

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.

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.