Cupcake: And Mr Biggs [cracked]

Fifteen minutes later, she was standing in front of a wall of windows overlooking a gray, rainy skyline. Mr. Biggs was exactly as the business journals described: broad-shouldered, silver-templed, and wearing a sneer that could curdle milk.

He eats a cupcake. He remembers home.

“I’m not a child,” he said.

And on the top floor, in a penthouse office overlooking the same rainy skyline, a silver-haired man sits with a small white box. He opens it. He breathes in the smell of honey and bourbon. And for just a moment, the king of the city stops climbing. cupcake and mr biggs

In the glittering skyline of a city that never sleeps, there are two kinds of people: those who climb the ladder, and those who bake the bread. For a decade, was the king of the ladder. A real estate mogul with a jaw like a cinder block and a reputation for eating smaller firms for breakfast, he was the man who turned offices into gold and parks into parking structures. Fifteen minutes later, she was standing in front