Harper scrambled across the bed, practically throwing herself at the television to crank the volume up. The tinny speakers crackled as the noise of the press room filled her small hotel suite.

"Mr. Vance! Mr. Vance!" A reporter in the front row shouted, waving a digital recorder in the air. "Are t

The yellow cab skidded to a halt against the rain-slicked curb outside Vance Tower. Before the vehicle had even completely stopped, Harper Quinn was shoving a crumpled fifty-dollar bill through the partition and throwing the heavy door open into the torrential downpour.

She didn't have an umbrella

*One Year Later*

The morning sun streamed through the massive, arched windows of Quinn Architectural, casting long, golden geometric shadows across the polished concrete floors. The sprawling, open-concept office buzzed with the quiet, productive energy of a dozen junior designers drafting blueprin