With a decision to make left in their mind of the women of Darren's life, the Saturday morning sun dawned over Los Alverez, Calivernia.
Since it was the weekend, it didn't come with the usual frantic energy of a weekdays, but with a gentle, hopeful breeze. The kind of breeze that makes one want to lie and rest all day.
The glass and steel canyons of the financial district stood silent and gleaming, monuments to a week's labor concluded. From the high vantage points, one could see the city breathing easier. The roads, usually choked with the impatient snarl of luxury cars and delivery trucks, were now serene arteries carrying a slower, more deliberate pulse.
Life was being lived, not just transacted.
The companies that were crippled by Ryan Anders' venomous schemes all those months ago were finally being reconstructed.
Some were being rebuilt in newer locations, others were letting go of officials and board members who had anything to do with the scandalous man.
