As Lee Benson stood before the building, he couldn’t resist tilting his head back to see if he could view the top floor that was lurking over 500 feet above him. He narrowed his eyes slightly in the bluish, moonlit air and tried to focus his vision to the top of the dark tower rising before him like some dystopian monolith from a dark future.
“So this is TITANPOINTE”, he thought to himself.
Setting down his briefcase, he shrugged his shoulders to adjust his suit jacket and tighten his tie. The gentleman who drove him from the field office at Federal Plaza, smiled and said: “Is everything OK, sir?”
“Of course”, Benson replied, “But it is a little strange the first time you see it in person. Especially at night”.
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