The cool morning air was quickly dissipated by the harsh, bustling atmosphere that quickly enveloped the city the moment its occupants were awake. The loud honking of car horns, yells of pedestrians and the overall bustling air of New York city, made Preston, who stood at the balcony of their hotel room with a cup of coffee in hand, frown in frustration. He glared down at the noisy street and sighed; this was why he hated New York.
Moving the headquarters of the Norman Enterprise to New York was going to be profitable in a lot of ways, but he certainly won’t be the one in charge. He couldn’t stay in a city like this, he’d run mad in less than six months! He was sure about it. He reconsidered, there and then, with the heat of city now pouring on his face. He’d have a branch here, send some
