Manhattan
Manhattan
6:32 a.m.
I march along Fifth Avenue. My goal? Another day of illegal activity at my company, Empire Investments.
And when I say illegal, I mean that from the human standpoint. Vampires don’t hold to any laws but our own, and I’ve broken none of those.
The sky lightens with the first touch of sunrise. Vehicles stream up and down the street. The scent of old perfume and new exhaust fills the air. I approach a bland-looking skyscraper, the headquarters of my company, Empire Investments. My routine is to arrive early and leave late. Playing around with numbers is my distraction and solace.
No friends.
No relationships.
No problems.
I enter the building and take the private elevator up to my offices. I use three chambers. First, there’s outer reception. Second, I h
