I run through the necessary security passes before I’m on the sixty-fifth floor; the building is eerily quiet due to the early hour. Shivering, I pull my wool coat around my shoulders to warm up even though the building has state-of-the-art temperature control.

Margo greets me at the office door along with a blonde woman clad in expensive clothes and an air of seductiveness. Tall, graceful, and dressed in red, Margo introduces her as Donna Moore, the personal shopper, and informs me ...