Chapter 337

Alexander

The Summit’s panoramic view of Manhattan never failed to impress, even after countless visits. Golden hour had passed, leaving the skyline ablaze with artificial light against the darkening sky.

I spotted Anthony at our usual corner table, already nursing what looked like his second scotch.

“You’re late,” he called as I approached. “I was about to send a search party.”

I slid into the leather chair across from him. “Some of us actually work on Sundays.”

“And some of us maintain healthy work-life boundaries.” He raised his glass in mock salute. “You should try it sometime.”

The waitress materialized beside our table. “Good evening, Mr. Knight. Your usual?”

“Macallan 25, neat.” I loosened my tie as she departed. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough to watch that group of models by the bar turn down three different trust fund kids.” Anthony grinned. “Quality entertainment.”

My drink arrived promptly, and I to