USA Duncan spun his cell phone, which lay on the steel mesh table in front of him. As its rotation slowed to a stop, he picked up his pint glass, took a drink. “Do you want another mimosa?” “I’m good for now, thanks,” said Anna. She leaned back into her chair. She stre...
He grabbed the railing and forced himself forward, through the stiff breeze coming out of New Jersey, and looked straight down the side of the building he’d had ‘created’ to house his penthouse in the sky. His inner-ear reeled as he looked to the lights of the traffic ninety floors down. &n...