Defying The Billionaires Twisted Geometry

Summary

The air in the principal’s office was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the sour tang of Principal Henderson’s panic. On the mahogany desk lay a sheet of construction paper—a fifth-grader’s drawing of a geometric shape that defied the laws of physics.

Henderson was sweating, his finger tracing the collar of his shirt as if it were a noose. When I stepped inside, he turned toward me with the desperation of a drowning man.

"Mr. Miller," the man sitting opposite him barked. This was Charles Whitmore. He didn't just own half the real estate in this city; he owned the air we breathed.