f Alistair's study c

lightness spread through me. The weight of the Harrington name,

ington Holdings, heading for the main eleva

light. Th

rialized, microphones thrust forward, came

you've been fired fro

n James Harrington's new relati

orted out! Is the City Ce

ive. Olivia's handiwork, no doubt

ugh, my face a stony

blinded me momentarily. Someone jostled me hard from the si

containing years of personal design notes and concepts, skittered a

ee slammed into the hard flo

ter asked, his voice laced with fals

and sharp. This was what they wa

gs, my cheeks burning. My knee throbbed.

ity guard belatedly trying to create a path. I burst

s a dull roar. I

against a brick wall, trying to catch my breath. My knee was def

otted a small, unassuming coffee shop, 'The Daily

oma of coffee and baked goods was comforting. I found a small ta

ut my phone to call a cab, but my

alright

, deep

ored suit that spoke of quiet money, not flashy brands. His eyes were a startli

," he said, gest

ized how bad it looked.

erved, his tone neutral but understanding. H

oo flustere

er briefcase on the floor beside h

a very prominent, very wealthy East Coast investment family. Known for their shrewd

I replied, my voi

our work for many years, Ms. Baker. The Azure Tower, i

n aback. "

ambitious project – a fully sustainable, carbon-neutral city development. A prototype for

y way to Harrington Holdings to try and arrange a meeting w

inable city? A prototype for the fut

oticing my disheveled state and the cracked phone in my hand. "But per

ck, cream-colored stock, with only his name and a

said. "Wheneve