He Didn’t Want the Free Taxi—He Wanted the Window
The morning sun blazed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the premier presentation suite. Elias Vance stood near the entrance, holding a clipboard that dictated his next ninety minutes. The air conditioning hummed quietly, masking the sound of the ocean outside. Waiters circulated with silver trays of complimentary champagne, greeting the new wave of potential buyers. … Read more