By Wednesday evening, the heavy rains that had plagued the capital finally dissolved into a crisp, cool mist.
Inside his penthouse at the Zenith, Jake Rivers adjusted the collar of a casual black crewneck sweater. He glanced at his phone on the kitchen island. No new updates from Alice. For the first time in forty-eight hours, he had a pocket of absolute silence.
He picked up his wallet and walked out to the private elevator bay, an abrupt thought crossing his mind.
'I bought three cars over the weekend and haven't even turned the keys on one of them,' Jake thought, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the secure underground garage level. Between the board meetings, the contract revisions, and tracking the gold coordinates, the assets are just sitting there like showroom decorations.
When the elevator doors slid open in the brightly lit subterranean garage, the sheer scale of his recent spending was laid bare.
