The morning air in Brickell was filled with the smell of saltwater. I stood on the sidewalk outside the glass tower that housed Aegis Zenith Holdings and smoothed my charcoal-grey skirt suit. The fabric was Italian silk, but it felt like a straitjacket.
Three weeks ago, my fingers were stained with oil. Now, they were manicured, a soft, pink
Aegis Zenith was the powerhouse behind the infrastructure of the Southeast. While my father’s company, Thorne Strategic Construction, built the structures of the city, Aegis Zenith was the nervous system behind it. They handled the venture capital, the logistics, and the high-stakes land acquisitions that made my father’s blueprints possible.
I took a breath, adjusted the strap of my bra, and walked through the rotating glass doors.
"Eloise Thorne
