Present
What the hell?
The taxi came to a stop at 1214 Fifth Avenue under a canopy, upon a private drive. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yes, ma'am. Let me get your bags."
I trailed behind, my mouth agape as I backed onto the sidewalk, craned my neck up and up and up. The blue sky framed the glistening glass building. It was different than the traditional elegance I associated with New York and the Upper East Side. Most of the buildings were made of stone and brick with artistry and craftsmanship rarely seen anymore. This was the Museum Mile, Central Park, and all things refined.
This building, however, was different.
I passed through the opened door in utter awe; it was ultra-modern. As my eyes adjusted, I took in the large open lobby. The floor was bleached oak and ther
