The LA branch of Moon Enterprises towered like a knife in the sky. It was about the tallest skyscraper in the corporate part of the city.
It was rectangular, sleek, made of obsidian and silver, and the glass glistened with a color of silver that was not too distinct from the main building's, almost making it appear as though there were no windows at all.
And at the top of the skyscraper was a silver gray moon sculpted on the roof and encircled with the lettering: 'Moon Enterprises.'
The building swallowed the morning sun in mirrored reflections and was a Goliath amongst Davids in the city.
As interesting as the building itself looked, the action was happening inside of it. In the walls and halls, the atmosphere buzzed with stiff nerves and forced smiles.
After a few months, the prince was back.
Tyler Mooney had returned from Massington.
And just like every time the heir to the Mooney dynasty entered a room, the air adjusted.
