By the fourth week of Elena Sterling's life, the global financial markets were experiencing a profound state of confusion.
The tickers on Wall Street were green, the quarterly dividends were clearing, but the two people who held the reins of the entire system had vanished completely into the upper atmosphere of the Manhattan penthouse. Speculation was running wild in the financial columns. A rogue tech blog had even published a rumor that Reid Sterling had digitized his consciousness to spend more time with the infant.
David, who had spent the last twenty-eight days acting as the gatekeeper to a fortress of baby monitors and strict feeding schedules, finally managed to secure a single, non-negotiable hour of their time.
