Clara
The meeting had been going on for almost two hours when it happened.
We were sitting around the glass table, open shots, projections on, figures that no longer intimidated me. The second headquarters was beginning to take shape, not only as an ambitious idea, but as a real, concrete project, with clear dates, teams and responsibilities.
"The location is strategic," said one of the architects. "New York demands presence, image, solidity from day one."
I nodded slowly.
New York was unforgiving. I knew it better than anyone.
Alexander Connor was sitting across from me, relaxed, confident, with that natural confidence of someone who knows he belongs anywhere he steps. Young, brilliant, dangerously charming if one was not attentive. We had built a solid, professional alliance, based
