One year later. The October late-afternoon sun dipped behind the skyline of Lower Manhattan, casting long, apricot and violet rays across the panoramic sixty-fifth-floor executive terrace of Vance Tower. Clara Hastings Vance stood by the glass railing, wearing a tailored cream silk pantsuit and gold jewelry. The breeze caught her auburn hair, blowing soft strands across her radiant, sun-kissed face. In her hands, she held the newly published annual corporate…
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