Maddison's POV
It was no longer feeling like home in the penthouse. It was rather a control room of a spaceship and he was the captain locked in the main chair.
Grant Harrison sat in the middle of the study designed specifically for his use. That silence was an expensive thing. The wheelchair he used five years ago was a rusty tricycle compared to the machine he sat in now. This was a smooth dark new wheelchair of non-shiny material. It was a hunter in the dark, and moved silently on magnets.
"Interface," Grant said.
Six computer screens were suspended on robotic arms down the ceiling forming a curved wall of orange and blue information.
"Tracking eyes," the computer's voice answered back.
Grant held his hands still. He looked at the left upper monitor. His eyes were moving and the
