I don't think it had really been able to stick inside my head just how rich Nancy Draconi was until I got here.
The higher the elevator ascended, the more impressed I was with the view. I was currently heading to the top floor of the Draconi Financial Tower where Nancy's office was.
When people talked about old money, the Draconi family had a nice spot on the list, having been entrenched in New York's financial world for centuries and their building reflected that.
The building stood tall like a beautifully designed monolith, its top floors shining under the light of the sun.
I watched the numbers tick upwards as I adjusted my tie. I didn't have foresight as a superpower but my regular foresight was good enough, I guess.
The elevator dinged and its doors slid open, allowing me to step out into the hallway.
You know those movies where the royal person's chamber has enough gold to make its occupant go blind? That was what it felt like stepping out of the elevator.
