Beneath The Glass Tower

ctions across the bustling city street. People in suits hurried by, coffee cup

d her hands were smudged with dirt, yet she moved with quiet pride that made her stand out from the other stre

assed. "Does she even belong here?" o

knowing smile tugging at her lips. She had long learne

st the glass wall, waiting for his assistant. Tall, impeccably dressed, and radiat

th beauty standards. There was a calm determination in the way she worked, a quiet co

ing a stack of files. "She usually comes out

ed, his voice flat but

ined," the assista

d have been another. He wanted to watch her closer, to study her without he

t a tug in his chest he could not explain. He didn't know her name or her story, and yet he wanted