BONDS Two: Claim

“Nice view,” Julien observed.
“It’s become one of my favorites,” Kennedy agreed.
Julien was right about the view. From here, they could see the State Street Plaza rising from the pavement, taking shape, forever altering the skyline. “I figured you’d want to see it for yourself,” he said to Julien.
“You’re right. Pictures, updates, videos… Nothing can make you feel it.”
He should have known Julien would understand. Pixels couldn’t capture the breathtaking awe created by something that dominated the landscape.
A decade ago, the State Street Plaza had been nothing more than an idea scratched on a piece of paper. It had taken his father seven years to put together the consortium to acquire the needed financing and break ground. Three years later, it was almost complete.
Despite numerous delays and legal wrangling, the crown jewel in the Aldrich Real Estate Holdings empire was only months away from completion. The spire of the architecturally breathtaking twisted glass building clawed its way into the thick, ominous October clouds.
When complete, it would go on record as the tallest structure in Boston and serve as the site of the corporate headquarters for Aldrich Enterprises. It would house a half a million square feet of exclusive shops, restaurants and clubs. In a stunning coup, one of Julien’s stores was going to anchor the retail space. When he debuted a new product, people would be able to line up inside, rather than braving the elements.
Most importantly, the Plaza would house more than two hundred luxury lofts, all bearing the city’s newest, most prestigious address.
Kennedy was ridiculously proud to be part of it. That he was so dedicated to the project shocked him on some level. As he’d grown up, he’d thought of little but escape. And run he had. He’d told his parents that he’d applied to the University of Texas for his undergraduate degree because the school was renowned for business but the truth was, he’d chosen it because Texas was about as culturally different from Boston as he could get while still remaining in the United States. Moving away for college was the biggest rebellion he’d been allowed to have.
He’d returned because his mother had summoned him, not because he’d wanted the yoke of responsibility created by his father’s declining health.
But time away had given him perspective along with appreciation. He’d learned to love his hometown, a place grounded in vibrant history even while it careened toward an optimistic future. Now he saw the city’s potential. The urgency of its urban heartbeat ignited his soul, just like it had the generations that preceded him.