"The ice was a beautiful, fragile thing. But the empire I built over the ashes of my past was forged in steel and absolute power."
The war room of the Waldorf Corporation's VIP suite at the NFL Draft was a masterpiece of organized chaos.
A wall of massive flat-screen televisions broadcasted the live feed from the auditorium floor below us, while dozens of analysts, lawyers, and brand managers buzzed around the suite, their phones glued to their ears. The air smelled of expensive espresso and high-stakes victory.
I sat at the head of the long glass conference table, dressed in a sharp, tailored crimson suit, watching the drama unfold on the main screen.
"The Chicago franchise is on the clock, Miss Waldorf," Arthur said, stepping up to my shoulder and offering me a fresh cup of coffee. "
