The Glass Ceiling
(Act I: The Spark) The air in the 50th-floor boardroom was filtered, scentless, and cold, designed to make the people inside feel like gods above the clouds. Leo sat at the end of the table, his presence tolerated but not welcomed, a ghost in a charcoal suit. He was the son of a man who had once owned this building before a "strategic restructuring" by the board had left him bankrupt and...
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