The stereo in the Ferrari was playing a selection of light jazz—melodies Liam recognized from coffee shops but couldn't quite name. He drove with a loose, relaxed grip on the wheel.
Around nine in the morning, the city streets were still choked with traffic. Liam wasn't in a rush; he navigated the westward flow toward Lower Manhattan with steady patience.
He had already done his homework over breakfast. New York had several distinct power hubs: Wall Street for finance, Midtown for corporate giants, Hudson Yards for the new elite, and Silicon Alley for tech. Since he intended to use the company as a "shell," he was going to park it in the most prestigious zip code possible.
In terms of Grade A office space in Manhattan, the heavy hitters were undeniable: One World Trade Center, the Chrys
