Chapter 272

• FLOOR SIXTY-FIVE OF THE CARRERO CORPORATION
• Executive House, Lexington Avenue, Mid-town Manhattan.
• I’ve been watching the hands on the clock move very slowly for the last few minutes, and all I can hear is the sound of my blood rushing to my ears. My hands are clammy and heated, and my heart is pounding so hard I may throw up. It’s grating on me that I’m unable to reel it all back in so easily now I’m here. I’m sensitive to every noise and movement around me in the stark modern office, and the shiny new keyboard in front of me is gazing back expectantly. I’ve not even begun to start working.