Pauper’s Run

This story begins and ends on the ninth floor of a prestigious corporate tower known as the Bank Centre, located on bankers' row of Brickell Avenue in Miami, Florida. On the second day of August in 1982, a young executive at a big eight accounting firm sat musing on the ocean view that came as a bonus with his office decor. He had just driven to work from his comfortable, middle-class home in the suburbs, back to his white-collar world.
He reflected for another moment in anticipation. It had been a month since he had entered the halls of Case, Walsh, Madison & Co., in this land of the all seeing Philistine. That alone was enough to give him a chill as he wondered whether anything or anyone had changed in his absence. His life path had been punctuated by a series of flashpoints, and in his mind he began to revisit those points in order to unravel his own destiny: How, he pondered, did he get here, from where? What was the Truth? In his reality, Truth is only a means to an end, and true tales often end before they ever begin, as he would see, by the end of this day.