The Mirror in the Cell
ACT ONE: THE COLLECTING The glass towers of Midtown Manhattan reflected the morning sun like blades. I stood in the lobby of our consulting firm on Fifth Avenue and watched my own reflection in the marble floor—a man in a tailored suit, polished shoes, a gold watch that cost more than most people made in a month. I looked like a man who had made it. I looked like a man who belonged to the...
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