Rumours flooded town of the lavish prizes held within, the top of the line gym, the Michelin rated restaurants but it was nothing more than rumours. Those who knew never told and those who would never knew dreamt in Technicolor. Only the most beautiful, intrepid and bold would ever learn its secrets and that was in part, the mystic of The Lear. In short, we always want what we know we can not have.
Kate Lyon was one of the chosen ones, revered architect at Hudson and Wise and an anomaly in her field, a respected female architect under 30. Determined, talented and some would say jaded, Kate lived through her work. Hours spent away from her office on the 20th floor of The Lear were hours wasted and wasting anything went against everything Kate believed in. Having worked 4 part time jobs to work her way through school, Kate had paid for her tuition with the proverbial blood, sweat and tears and was not about to throw it away. No desire for a husband or children at a time in life when biological clocks start to tick with the precision of a metronome, her office was her life partner and her projects her children. Kate Lyon was all about structure and rules, lines were always straight and mistakes were not tolerated. Before you start thinking Kate Lyon was some form of robot, let me assure she wasn’t, despite her dedication to perfection she could still blow off steam, get a bottle of wine inside her and you would see a whole new Kate, one who danced on tables and invited strangers back to her bed. But for the most part Kate Lyon was dedicated to her work and level headed, unless people didn’t do as she asked... or disagreed with her... or questioned her abilities.
To the other inhabitants of The Lear, Kate Lyon was well regarded. Always from a distance as her speed walk and aloof manner stopped people approaching her and her habit of looking past anyone who dared to stop her in her path and stare over their shoulder made them feel as if they were somehow disrupting her day. They were. But still people would stop her, her frenetic energy and purpose made her magnetic to the other denizens of The Lear. Even those who were considered frosty and self absorbed, even they wanted to be the one to break Kate Lyon out of her shell. To her co-workers on the 20th Floor Kate was considered the best of the best. An architect who could create magic. No idea was too grand, no plan too ridiculous. She could win over the most harsh of clients, not with charm, because frankly she had little of that, but with her talent.
Billions were spent on her plans and clients kept coming back because of her. Hudson and Wise quadrupled their income in the 3 years Kate had worked for them, all on the back of her work. The clients didn’t necessarily like her but they sure as hell respected her and trusted her ability to give them not only what they wanted, but the impossible that no one other than she could give them. Her co-workers also loathed her, but always in secret. Often found huddled in the kitchen area, Kate Lyon’s ears would have burnt to cinders if she were capable of such warmth. They hated her talent and her “Fuck off” attitude. They loathed her constant uniform of grey trouser suits and sensible shoes. They loved to imagine her love life, they assumed she was still a virgin at 29 and that any man brave enough to try to enter her would somehow end up losing his manhood. Some of their talk was just jealousy but in some cases they were justified. Kate Lyon was a ball buster and no mistake.