Wayne Tower — Executive Level
Late Afternoon, Tuesday before Thanksgiving
The day had not slowed—if anything, it seemed to build to a brighter, sharper hum as the sun dipped behind the skyline. Val had just wrapped the third interview in a row, her voice steady but her ~
~ 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩.
She ran her fingers over the ink as the city shimmered with Helios-born light—five blocks powered, then ten, then twenty, then an entire coastline waiting its turn.
She exhaled slowly, feeling the weight—yes—but also the lift beneath it.
“We did it ~