The Wheel Of Fortune Spun Too Fast

Kira stood on the pavement and admired the monolithic glass-and-chrome building. The M Group’s headquarters sat on fourteen thousand square metres of prime real estate in downtown Stamford. It had fifty-one floors and a revolving restaurant at the top. The group’s annual turnover was more than two trillion dollars, a number that boggled Kira’s mind. At one forty-five, she whipped out a mirror from her backpack, tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her t-shirt. The bus she was on crashed into the back of a stationary van. No one was injured, but the bus captain was detained by traffic police for questioning. There was no time to go home and change. Taking a deep breath, Kira walked into the brightly lit lobby, approached the front desk with more confidence than she was feeling, and gave the receptionist her name. ‘I’m here for an interview with Mr Paul Flenderson,’ she said. ‘Miss Hewitt, please follow me.’ A woman in a knee-length skirt showed