Morningstar [antikvár]

PrologueMichael Morningstar watched the evening cover up the unashamed brightness of the day. Far beneath'him, neon lights and streetlights came on and cars flowed in glowing columns of white headlights and^red tail lights on the crowded roads. Michael grew happier as the sky darkened.\Michael Morningstar still found it a thrill to look out the window of a building bearing his name. Morningstar Tower rose strong and erect over its neighbours along the Manhattan skyline. The Tower, like the man it was named after, surpassed all potential competitors. In a world of moneyed men and designer buildings, Michael Morningstar and his Tower were the ultimate. They were powerful. They were frightening. They were sexy.The magnitude of Michael's charisma undoubtedly was related to the fact that, even among the rich, he was richest. Yet there was another ingredient to his appeal, something darker, something deeper within his nature. Michael Morningstar was known to possess an animal-like single-mindedness in the pursuit of getting what he wanted, an untamed lupine hunger that wasted no time on remorse or altruism. His appetite almost resembled cruelty, but it was a hidden cruelty, a residual toughness left over from a childhood that held nothing soft. The name Morningstar echoed an Indian ancestry and an upbringing as