By Tuesday morning, the rain had cleared, leaving behind a cold, biting wind that swept across the city.

We had returned to our Manhattan headquarters—a sleek, minimalist office occupying the entire top floor of a glass skyscraper overlooking Central Park. Beyond the

Thursday evening arrived with a heavy downpour that slicked the streets of Manhattan in shimmering neon light.

In the dining room of my penthouse, a long mahogany table was set for three. Crystal stemware, silver cutlery, and fresh white orchids decorated the polished wo

The heavy double doors of the private dining room slammed shut with a resounding echo, cutting off the last of Julian Maroni’s panicked, high-pitched stammering.

He had left the penthouse in a state of complete hysteria, practically dragged out by his own horrified bo