Chapter Twenty-Eight Park Avenue, New York City. The legendary Waldorf Astoria. Sax took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. The air was tinged with the smell of the finest perfumes and she imagined she could detect the ancient dust of such a magnificent hotel. She imagined the wealthy New Yorkers who had walked through these doors. The Astros and the Rockefellers and the economic elite that once controlled the wealth of this country had stood in this very lobby. Wow. Awesome. I never could’ve imagined me in such a place, ever. Today there was the quiet murmur of the rich and famous as they moved through the lobby, women, men, and a few children, all well-dressed, looking relaxed and casual. And the rustle of fine silks and hand tooled leather high heeled shoes that clicked over t
