While heavy steel piles were driven into the bedrock of Elliott Bay, thirty blocks uptown in the financial district, Tyler Ross's world was collapsing into ash. Inside the high-rise corner office of Ross Development on Fourth Avenue, Tyler sat slumped behind his glass desk, unbuttoned collar, eyes bloodshot and dark with sleepless panic. The mahogany conference table was littered with crumpled legal filings, urgent termination notices from municipal subcontractors, and…
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