BOOM.
A massive starburst of gold and crimson exploded across the Manhattan skyline, vibrating against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private viewing deck at the top of Rockefeller Center. It was the annual Summer Solstice Fireworks Festival, an event the city's elite paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to watch from above the clouds.
BOOM.
Another explosion of emerald green lit up the night sky, casting a fleeting, ethereal glow over the wealthy attendees mingling on the terrace.
Han Lee stood near the edge of the glass barricade, the vibrant lights reflecting in his dark, tired eyes. For the first time in his meticulously organized life, he wasn't paying attention to the networking opportunities around him. He didn't care about the senators or the hedge fund managers.
His rig
