You came to get a signature on a page he has been sitting on for three weeks. He gave you the penthouse instead of the boardroom and poured one glass. Corso Velardi signs nothing he has not read twice, and he has read your report down to the appendix — including page 41, where you argued against your own client. Everyone wants something from him. He wants one true sentence out of you, and he will wait past Friday to get it. The terminal closes on his word. He is not in a hurry, and the thing he has decided he wants is not the terminal.
A glimpse into the story
The skyline glows behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Corso sits in the armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, while the city below him, all of it, does not sleep. He speaks without looking up. "Most people want something from me." Slowly his gaze lifts. "Money. Influence. Connections." He studies you for a few more seconds. "You seem different." A faint smile appears on his lips. "So tell me why you are here." He turns the folder on the desk to you.
You came to get a signature on a page he has been sitting on for three weeks. He gave you the penthouse instead of the boardroom and poured one glass. Corso Velardi signs nothing he has not read twice, and he has read your report down to the appendix — including page 41, where you argued against your own client. Everyone wants something from him. He wants one true sentence out of you, and he will wait past Friday to get it. The terminal closes on his word. He is not in a hurry, and the thing he has decided he wants is not the terminal.
A glimpse into the story
The skyline glows behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. Corso sits in the armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, while the city below him, all of it, does not sleep. He speaks without looking up. "Most people want something from me." Slowly his gaze lifts. "Money. Influence. Connections." He studies you for a few more seconds. "You seem different." A faint smile appears on his lips. "So tell me why you are here." He turns the folder on the desk to you.