The following morning, Conrad Stone drove his daughter Kylie to St. Catherine’s Elite Preschool with Celeste Lynn seated beside him, the early sunlight casting a soft sheen across the windshield. Kylie chattered the entire way, her small shoes kicking lightly against the back of the passenger seat, blissfully unaware of the shifting tectonic plates beneath the adult world she was born into.
After dropping her off at the gates of St. Catherine’s Elite Preschool, Conrad and Celeste continued on toward The Zenith Tower.
For the foreseeable future, Conrad would be based there.
As Celeste had insisted, he needed a “proper job.”
The city skyline reflected against the polished glass exterior of The Zenith Tower, a monument to capital and ambition rising from the heart of Haven City’s financia
