ELYRA.
If there was one thing I didn’t expect when I decided to start over in this city, it was how hard it would be to get anything done without influence.
I had the money, yes. But the connections? Not so much.
And in this city, connections were everything.
For the past few days, I had been running helter-skelter, chasing meetings, calling agents, signing papers, smiling at people who barely hid their greed. Every office I walked into had that same polite look—like they were waiting to see which powerful name I would drop.
When I dropped none, their smiles faded..
Still, I got what I wanted.
I managed to secure a loft in the city centre—high up in one of the tall skyscrapers around. When I finally stepped into the apartment after signing the lease, I stood by the wide glass window
