Chapter 34 The Night On The 80Th Floor

Genevieve sat alone beneath the soft, amber glow of her desk lamp, its light catching the delicate slope of her cheekbones and glinting off her sleek tortoiseshell glasses. The skyline shimmered behind her, floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the jeweled city. She worked methodically, fingers flying across her laptop, her tailored navy suit jacket draped over the chair’s back. Her silk blouse clung to her shoulders, clashing with the exhaustion tugging at her bones. The elevator pinged softly. She didn’t look up.