The Performance of Piety
(V-08: New York Modernism) In the penthouse of the Azure Tower, the air was filtered to a clinical perfection, and the silence was a commodity that only the ultra-rich could afford. My father, the billionaire patriarch of the Sterling empire, had died three weeks ago. Or so the world believed. My brothers—Julian, Marcus, and Adrian—were masters of the image. They knew that the family's stock...
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