The city was not the same as Montclair.
It was denser, built in glass and steel that reflected the late-afternoon sky in hard lines. From the thirty-second floor, traffic moved below in steady lanes, stopping and starting at clean intersections.
Arianne stood by the conference room window while the final documents were reviewed across the long table behind her. The senior partner had arranged the contracts into neat stacks in front of him. She waited until he finished, then returned to her seat. Her hand rested on the top document while the room settled.
The meeting had already lasted three hours, longer than she preferred.
Across from her, the senior partner adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. To his right sat another man who had not introduced himself earlier. He had not spoken once during the discussion.
