Laurena smiles, obviously embarrassed, and reaches for her handbag. Amy goes on into her inner office. Through the wall of windows at the rear of the office, the sun is a glowering dirty yellow ball rising above the horizon, casting the plaza below her, as well as the Harlem River, Manhattan isle, the Hudson, and the distant shores of New Jersey in morning shadow. One thing Amy is sure of. The day may have only just begun, but the shadows are growing longer. Her desktop bleeps. She taps the key to answer the call.