The Glass Floor: a Love Story in the Mist of the Biggest Scandal in History

Houston, 2001. The most innovative company in America is about to sink—and nobody on the forty-eighth floor knows the water has already reached their ankles. Celeste Monroe has built everything she has on altitude. A VP of wholesale trading at Aurora Energy, she is brilliant, collateralized, and slowly disappearing inside a life she engineered down to the last clause. Her marriage is a well-structured merger. Her net worth is eleven million dollars of paper. Her name is on the door in brushed steel. Isaiah Bell works the night shift in the building’s basement—moving the company’s words through the Well while the upper floors sleep. He draws what he sees. He sees everything. When they find each other in a freight elevator between the third and fourth floors, it begins as pure heat: stolen hours in the document cages, the freight corridors, the archive rooms where the company files its secrets. Lust first. Love forged in the fire of everything falling apart. Because the ship is already going down. The accounts are invoiced futures. The earnings are mirrors. And the man who pushes the mail cart has been watching the boxes run uphill for months—which means he knows what’s coming before the forty-eighth floor does. The Glass Floor is a scorching, devastating love story set against the largest corporate collapse in American history. It is about a woman who discovers too late that her money, her marriage, and her identity were all built on paper—and that the only real thing in the building was the man everyone else treated as invisible. For readers of The Bridges of Madison County and Waiting to Exhale—adult, explicit, and impossible to put down.