“Make this quick. You’ve already cost me enough money.”
Franck turned back from the window as she entered the room. The offices of Lasry Frères occupied the upper floors of one of the glass-clad towers that muscled up against each other in La Défense. Franck had been watching tiny figures cross the esplanade beneath him, wondering why architects had given buildings such power to diminish the creatures they were supposed to serve.
