It had been two years since the attacks had rocked the country. All across the North American Corporatocracy, entire cities are still being rebuilt. Even in NYC, the capital of the country, there were still whole areas that were nearly inhospitable, where people had to do their best to survive.

However, in downtown Manhattan, it seemed like another world. Two hundred stories up, Caly was stuck at a party, with people she had been trying her best to avoid. But she had no choice, she needed to make appearances at these parties once in a while. There had to be some proof that there was still a Wolf alive. If not, then the stock holders would try to buy out her stock majority and as much as Caly hated the company, She would rather not have these people have anymore say in what goes on than they already did.

Caly had spent most of her time at this party looking out the window. Being this high up in the building always made her nervous, not because she was afraid of heights, but because there is really no way that she can make a quick get away if something bad happened. Well, there was no way she could escape without giving away what she was.

Being this high up gave her a chance to look at the city, Caly was not able to make it to all the different parts of the city, so this view gave her an idea how the different boroughs were fairing. Different sections were still in the dark, with only small sections of light. Most people could not afford to keep their power running all the time, and just ran small lights at night.

Somehow Manhattan had survived the attacks fairly unscathed. Caly had never really thought of a good reason why, if whoever attacked the country wanted to truly hurt the industries, Manhattan would have been the perfect place to attack. As horrible as the idea is, she thought that the world would have been a better place without some of the idiots who lived in Manhattan.

Most of the people at the party had probably never been out of Manhattan, and if they did leave it was probably on hover-taxis. They probably believe that no one was in the ruins of the rest of the city, that everyone was able to find a place to live after the attacks. But Caly did not believe that these people were that stupid, it was more likely that they could just care less about those people in the other boroughs.

If these people knew how Caly spent most of my time, that she rarely spent any time in Manhattan, the would be appalled. After all, she was the President of a highly powerful company.

She couldn't wait until this party is over, Caly just wanted to get out of her dress and shoes. The last time she had worn this dress, Caly was doing something much more interesting. It is a tight red silk dress, it is just long enough to be passable at this party. The black heels that she was wearing were killing her feet, this shoes were much different than other heeled shoes she would use.

Through her enhanced senses Caly picking up comments from nearby people, though she didn't turn to see who it was, but Caly hated when people talked about her that way. The men talking figured that she was itching for someone to come talk to her, and that she would probably be willing to go home with any of them.

That was another thing that made Caly disliked these parties, even though the men tried to put on a respectful face around the elders, they were just sex-crazed idiots who were only interested in getting with as many women as possible.

Caly turned her full attention back to the city, trying to drown out the idiotic chatter that was taking place behind her. Caly didn't mind her enhanced abilities, but sometimes it was difficult to drown out all the voices. It took some intense concentration to turn them down, which usually was easier when she had a more intense task to focus on.

Catching a look of herself in the window, Caly noticed some of her bangs had started to turn red.

"Damn." She muttered under her breathe. She was losing control, and if anyone saw these they would probably freak. Concentrating, Caly slowly turned her bangs back to the straight dirty blonde that they should be. Caly pushed them carefully behind her ear, trying not to mess up her makeup.

Usually, she couldn't care less about her makeup, but tonight it was more of a way to disguise herself. Caly had spent over an hour trying to make herself look less pale, paleness was a large red flag to these people. She did not want to give any of these people any reason to believe that she was a Splicer, even though it was true. These people had a misconception that most Splicers were just night dwellers, so they were always pale.

With the exception of one person, everyone in this room thought she was just the poor orphan Victoria Wolf, who tragically lost her entire family in the attacks that took place two years previously. She was content on letting them believe that, what she really was and what she did every day was her own secret.

Caly heard footsteps approaching behind her, she figured that ones of the guys had finally gotten the nerve to talk to her.

"Did you really think that no one would notice what you just did? I've had my eye on you the entire night," the voice was low, almost a whisper.

Instantly, she tensed up. Now she was going to have to come up with a way to lie her way out of this one. Turning around, Caly saw a man that she had not expected to be seeing there that night.


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*I am going through and re-editing this story. Changing the tense I wrote it in. There are also little things I need to fix, but the major facts are staying the same. Starting with Chapter 38 all new chapters will be in the new style, while older chapters will be fixed as I have time. 10/9/2014