By 10:00 AM work on the Project Titan construction site was on hold. The first phase was done and the second was waiting to be activated.
The smell of wet cement, diesel exhaust, and the fine grey dust that kicked up from the massive excavators tearing into the earth filled the air. A makeshift conference room had been hastily erected inside a double-wide trailer near the foundation, its glass windows overlooking the skeletal steel of the half-built skyscraper.
While the workers loiter about, waiting for the next instruction, the corporate executives were gathered in the makeshift conference room.
Victoria sat at the folding table next to her father, Richard Hart, who looked every bit the high-society financier. Across from them lounged Dave Cosgrove, his heavy frame filling the space, his eyes dark and calculating. Alex sat on the periphery, his face unreadable, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
The heavy aluminum door of the trailer creaked open. And, the room froze.
