million penthouse, watching fireworks explode over a city that worshiped him.
The space around him was a monument to success. Italian marble floors, museum quality art, furniture that cost more than most people earned in a decade. Through floor to ceiling windows, he could see Central Park to the north, the Hudson to the west, the glittering sprawl of downtown to the south. On the kitchen island, a bottle of Don Perinon sat unopened.
His assistant had left it with a note reminding him that the New Year’s Eve gala
