Glass runway
"At midnight above Barcelona, glass walls, scarlet silk, and jet-fuel desire collide in a silent struggle for control."
The boardroom of Astrea Aviónica never truly sleeps. Forty-third floor, Barcelona’s shoreline glittering below, the room is a long glass prism cantilevered over night air. One wall is nothing but city-scape and Mediterranean moon-ripple; the opposite is a museum of...