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The Hammering on the Glass

The Chicago sun bled across the yellow hood of my Ferrari, a shimmering streak of gold against the gritty asphalt of the afternoon commute. I sat in the cockpit, cocooned in the scent of Italian leather and the absolute silence of a man who owned everything. The light turned red. I reached for my phone, ready to finalize a continue reading …