/0/77336/coverbig.jpg?v=a6dae2f564a27ed0f0ad2c797f94786a)
Chapter 55
The morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander's office, turning the polished wood of his desk golden. He stood with his back to the room, hands clasped behind him, watching the city awaken sixty floors below. The view from Pierce Tower offered a perfect vantage point to observe Manhattan without being observ