CHAPTER 11: The Ice King Cracks
Reese's POV
The Bennett Technologies building was a towering monument of glass and black steel, piercing the gloomy New York skyline like a knife. I stepped out of my town car into the morning air but the blast of heat from the lobby doors washed over me the second my driver pulled the heavy handle.
I walked through the revolving glass doors. Instantly, the low buzzing murmur of the marble-floored lobby died down to absolute silence.
It always did. People stepped aside, lowering their eyes and clutching their briefcases tightly against their chests as I walked past.
I was Reese Bennett. I built this tech empire from the ground up. After the accident three years ago, I had come back even sharper and more ruthless. I fed on control and thrived on order
