The light rain continued to drizzle against the reinforced glass of One World Trade Center. Inside the soundproofed, minimalist conference room, the atmosphere was clinical and quiet.
Liam Thorne shook hands with the man who had just walked in. Once they were seated, Liam flipped open the leather-bound portfolio. "Mr. Harrison, I’ve spent some time with your CV. Why don't you give me the 'elevator pitch' on your career thus far?"
Grant Harrison, 44, was a lifer at a massive Fortune 500 legacy firm in Midtown. He had a track record of incubating tech projects within a corporate framework, but he lacked the "scrappiness" of the startup world.
Grant had a square jaw and a complexion that suggested too many late-night steak dinners and expensive scotch. He paused. Given his pedigree—an Ivy
