“Many people miss the small happinesses watching out for the big one”
Pearl S. Buck
The doors opened as we reached the top floor of the building. The pleasant voice telling us that we had arrived had hardly fallen silent when my eyes fell on a scene I could hardly believe.
Floor fifty-eight was an office of around a hundred square metres with a broad and dominating desk, a rest area with chairs in the shape of eggs and a coffee table bearing a beautiful bonsai tree. Teak was the dominant colour of the furniture and of the columns which separated the glass sliding doors which opened onto a huge terrace.
The views were amazing. New York was at our feet. There were barely twenty buildings in the city as tall as ours. ...