Authored by: Eugene Henderson

This article was originally published in the Trial Lawyer’s Journal. Explore more stories here.

ON THE 50TH floor at 40 Wall Street in New York City, Nicholas Liakas stares out the window of his corner office as a slow-moving, gray layer of fog wraps around the downtown skyscrapers looming across a city block. Nicholas wears a nice suit, nice watch, nice shoes. The “Man in the Area” poster on the wall is nice. Even his office mini-fridge is nice. At the touch of a button, the clear glass interior windows can turn into a frosted, privacy curtain, turning his office into a cloaked private bunker like in some sci-fi film.