50 United Nations Plaza

50 United Nations Plaza
This ad appeared in the Oct. 4, 2015, edition of the New York Times Magazine

He slid one hand down her arm, fingering the platinum bracelet’s intricate knobs and switches. She could feel his breath in her ear.

“Well, there it is. The United Nations. Dysfunctional though it may be, I’ve heard it argued that if it didn’t exist, we’d have to create it.”

She gazed at the building and took a sip from her glass. “Have you ever been inside? I mean other than earlier today?”

In the window’s silver reflection, she saw him shake his head. “No. You?”

She nodded. “Just once. I had a lunch meeting there two weeks ago and received our sealed orders. Speaking of which, are you ready? It’s almost time.”

“Yes. I’ll get the zipline launcher ready. Do you have the glass cutter charged up?”

“Yes. Remember though, the ambassador is our only target. Now just let me drink this one last glass of water and then I’ll be ready.”

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