Cracks in the Gilded Wall
The jazz band on the floor below had just finished a number, and the applause rose through the ceiling like steam through a manhole cover. Gerald Montgomery stood at the window of his penthouse apartment, looking out over Long Island Sound, and wondered whether the view was worth the price of admission. It was, he told himself. It always was. "Mr. Montgomery?" He turned. The woman who had...
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