that cost more than most people earned in a decade. Through floor to ceiling windows, he could see Central Park to the north, the Hudson to the west, the glittering sprawl of downtown to the south. On the kitchen island, a bottle of Don Perinon sat unopened.
His assistant had left it with a note reminding him that the New Year’s Eve gala at the Ritz was expecting him at 10:00. Ethan hadn’t gone to the gala. He told himself he was tired. Early meetings on January 2nd. He’d
