Chapter 1
Despite Tabby Hackworth’s natural night owl tendencies, it was well worth the weekday pain to get up extra early for alone time at the office.
The view out of the plate glass windows that made up one wall of her cubicle covered it, really. From her perch on the thirty-fourth floor, she could see the glittering downtown Atlanta skyline. The shiny black cylinder of the Weston Hotel and the spot-lit twin sets of marble columns on top of towering white slab of the 191 Peachtree building stood out amid a sea of glass and steel.
Farther north in Midtown, the bright orange pyramid on top of one skyscraper pierced the early dawn darkness, not far from another smaller pyramid that looked like a floating beacon of white light. Barely visible in the faint pink glow starting to wash throu
