Chapter Thirteen
The massive glass mausoleum that was Integrated Financial
stood like a towering beacon among the old brick-and-mortar buildings from the
turn of the century. Downtown San Jose had gone through a revitalization plan
to keep its inner city from dying. Old mixed with new, millennials mixing with
the paragons of business kept it vibrant and bustling. The sports bars were
happy-hour oases for those that worked too many hours and hadn’t achieved that
work-life balance yet and for the more established, who sat and smoked cigars,
sipping whiskey neat. How did these two cultures mix when they were at odds
with each other? Easy. Money was the glue that made everything stick together.
It was a life Nancy would never know, but that was fine with her. She had
enough pressure
