Next Day – Afternoon
The floor-to-ceiling glass of the Vanderbilt Tower turned the city below into a sprawling circuit board of gray steel and crawling traffic.
From the forty-fifth floor, the people were invisible, the noise non-existent.
There was only power.
Jennifer Vanderbilt leaned back in her ergonomic leather chair, her heels resting brazenly on the corner of the mahogany desk.
It was Saturday afternoon... a time when most of her peers at Blackwood University were nursing hangovers or wasting their parents' money in boutiques.
But Jennifer was here.
"Let them play," she murmured to the empty, pristine office, spinning the heavy pen between her fingers.
"I have an empire to run."
She swiveled the chair slightly, admiring the way the afternoon sun caught the gold lettering on the door.
Jennifer Vanderbilt – Director of Special Projects.
