The Penthouse Reclaimed

The private elevator of 432 Park Avenue opened silently into the soaring, marble-lined gallery of Alexander’s top-floor penthouse. Outside the ten-foot square windows, the evening had settled over Manhattan like a blanket of black velvet studded with millions of diamonds. The city stretched out ninety stories below in an infinite tapestry of amber headlights and incandescent skyscrapers. Alexander tossed his keys and wallet onto the black lacquer console table, shrugging…