The gleaming tower of Summit and Wolfe sliced through Manhattan's skyline like a silver scalpel—fifty-eight floors of architectural impossibility that bent sunlight into complex fractals across neighboring buildings. Once merely another corporate giant, now it served as the earthly throne of law of Parker's expanding empire.
The limo eased to a stop at the building's base, Bella executing a perfect parallel park between a Bentley and a Tesla with millimetric precision.
"Show-off," Maya muttered as Bella flashed a triumphant smile in the rearview mirror.
Parker didn't need enhanced senses to detect Cassidy's presence outside—her specific energy signature had become as familiar to him as his daughters'.
The moment he stepped from the vehicle, atmospheric pressure around the building adjusted to his existence, space rearranging itself to better accommodate his cosmic density.
