He lounged across the cushions with a liquid grin like he belonged here, like he belonged everywhere. Jackson fit in perfectly among the bright lights and the black decor, with his deep-blue eyes and night-dark hair. The colors winked off each black bar top and table. Flashing red-and-blue tiles formed the ceiling. Lit from below, the glass floor revealed a hollow space beneath where drinks and food zipped under our feet on white conveyer belts. The first semester of our senior year in high school had wrapped today, and my friends insisted we celebrate by hitting the city’s hottest new nightclub. The more I drank, the less I thought about CyberCorp staring down at me, and that could never be a bad thing. Maybe from his touch, which always made me giddy, or maybe from the alcohol. A thrill tiptoed up my spine and burrowed at the base of my neck. You okay, Lena? He tipped his head toward the tower looming outside the window. He pulled a flask from his pocket and added more alcohol to my drink. My boyfriend Jackson sat beside me on a black loveseat. I sucked down half the cocktail in my glass. It was a mile away, but still, it dwarfed every other building in the city-a constant reminder that I couldn’t escape it. There it stood, beyond the narrow window of the nightclub where I sat. CyberCorp Tower rose seventy-two stories into the sky.
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