I felt like the player holding the pieces.

“The shipping lines need a complete rebranding,” I said, my voice steady.

“They do,” Arthur agreed, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“We will need to replace the entire board of directors,” I said.

“Consider it done,” Arthur said.

He raised his glass of champagne to me.

“To the future of Manhattan,” Arthur said.

I clinked my glass against his, the sharp ring echoing through the empty hall.

“To the future,” I said.

We stood there together, looking out over our city, as the first light of dawn began to break over the river.