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Lucas Griffin had one arm wrapped around her waist from behind, pinning her between him and the glass, while his other hand pinched her chin, coercing her to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the sprawl of Brocade City below.

His icy breath tickled her ear as he arrogantly curled his lips upward, "Brocade City is vast, but from this angle, doesn't it seem like nothing more than a patch of lights beneath your feet?"

Amanda Jenkins gazed out the window, slightly dazed.

Indeed, she had always thought Brocade City was too large; even a bus ride could take a very long time.

But from Lucas's office, Brocade City seemed so tiny.

Having stood in such high places since he was young, it was no wonder he was so proud and conceited.

"In Brocade City, or perhaps in the entire world, very few people can stand at such a vantage point and look down on a bustling metropolis like this," Lucas said. "Most people can only look up."