Bab 98: You Owe Me One

I don't think it had really been able to stick inside my head just how rich Nancy Draconi was until I got here.

The higher the elevator ascended, the more impressed I was with the view. I was currently heading to the top floor of the Draconi Financial Tower where Nancy's office was.

When people talked about old money, the Draconi family had a nice spot on the list, having been entrenched in New York's financial world for centuries and their building reflected that.

The building stood tall like a beautifully designed monolith, its top floors shining under the light of the sun.

I watched the numbers tick upwards as I adjusted my tie. I didn't have foresight as a superpower but my regular foresight was good enough, I guess.

The elevator dinged and its doors slid open, allowing me to step out into the hallway.