The View from the Basement
The air in the basement of the Sterling Tower tasted of ozone, damp concrete, and the slow decay of a thousand discarded dreams. It was a world of fluorescent hums and leaking pipes, a subterranean kingdom where the only law was the gravity of trash. My name is Mike. I am the man who handles the "downward flow." Every day, the elite of Manhattan—the hedge fund managers, the venture capitalists,...
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