Monday Morning, 9:03 a.m.
Valtieri Holdings, 62nd floor.
Alexander leans back in his chair, city sprawling behind him. He's scrolling through a private browser tab he immediately closes when John steps in with the morning reports.
John drops the stack on the desk and smrk. "Tokyo’s up three percent. Legal’s screaming about the Meridian clause. And you look like a man who finally got eight hours of sleep. Should I be scared?", John teased.
Alexander doesn’t look up from his laptop. "I need two purchases. Discreet. Today". John raises an eyebrow, leans against the desk. "Discreet is my middle name. Hit me",John answered.
Alexander slides a plain black card across the glass. "First, go to L’Atelier Noir on West 57th. Tell them it’s for A.V. They know my preferences. I want the beginner s
