Kira stood on the pavement and admired the monolithic glass-and-chrome building.
The M Group’s headquarters sat on fourteen thousand square metres of prime real estate in downtown Stamford.
It had fifty-one floors and a revolving restaurant at the top.
The group’s annual turnover was more than two trillion dollars, a number that boggled Kira’s mind.
At one forty-five, she whipped out a mirror from her backpack, tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her t-shirt.
The bus she was on crashed into the back of a stationary van.
No one was injured, but the bus captain was detained by traffic police for questioning.
There was no time to go home and change.
Taking a deep breath, Kira walked into the brightly lit lobby, approached th
