Augustus watched the sunrise from the floor-to-ceiling window of the 97th floor boardroom.  They had worked through the night, but the contract was finished.  Everyone but he and the client had gone home.  He was the fifth-richest men in the world, and this sale would multiply his fortune.  But could he really give up his control of Midas Corp?  Could he leave The City behind?  A rainbow parachute descended past him.  A punky girl in black leather dangled from it.  She met his eye and gave him the finger.  He crossed back to the table and signed.