The empty chatter of the gala faded as the glass door to a private balcony closed behind them.
Julian Sterling walked to the edge of the balcony, with his hands held at his back. He looked down at the city's endless lights, like a ruler watching over his kingdom.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Sterling said, his voice turning cold and heavy with power. The friendly mask he wore all night was gone. This was the real man. "Order. Progress. Efficiency. Everything that poor, foolish Dr. Thorne failed to truly understand.."
Jonah stood his ground. "You used him," he said, the words a simple statement of fact.
