Chapter Fifty-One: A New Chapter and Old Cracks

The view from my new office on the thirty-fifth floor was obscene. It was a king’s view, a panorama of the city sprawling out like a circuit board of concrete and glass, humming with a life I was now supposed to help direct. The desk was a slab of dark, polished wood, vast and empty save for a sleek monitor and a phone that hadn't rung yet. It felt less like my office and more like a set I’d wandered onto. My name, Andy Cutmore, was on a tasteful brass plate on the door, but it felt like...