June
We arrived at Ivory City.
I was amazed at the beauty that was claimed to be a myth. Levi had told the driver to bring down the glass since I needed to take in the view from the car that drove us there. "Wow?!"
My lips were parted in awe. At night, the neon lights were blinding, mostly empty streets, but with so much background noise. I had always thought this place was an exaggeration, a whispered story passed around at parties by people who like to make themselves sound dangerous. A place where power was measured in the shadows not laws. Where politicians, art dealers, billionaires and smugglers all drank from the same glass. Now sitting at the back of Levi's black Aston Martin, I realised it was real. Too real. Other people claimed it was a ghost city. A place built on old money and older crimes. To outsiders, it was a myth. To those who truly ruled the world, it was home.
I never thought I was going to see it.