FADE IN: INT. STERLING PENTHOUSE, FOYER, NIGHT A private elevator opens onto marble. No one steps out. The camera drifts forward into the foyer of a seventy second floor Manhattan penthouse. A Basquiat original hangs on the left wall, lit from above by a museum grade fixture. Opposite it, a Jeff Koons sculpture sits on a limestone pedestal, its polished surface reflecting the city outside. The foyer opens into the main living room. INT. STERLING PENTHOUSE, LIVING ROOM, CONTINUOUS Floor to ceiling windows frame Manhattan at night. Seventy two stories below, the city performs its nightly ritual of light and motion, indifferent to the silence above it. The furniture is curated with surgical precision. A Mies van der Rohe Barcelona chair faces a wall of windows. An Eero Saarinen tulip table holds a single orchid. Every object is placed as though a gallery director approved the position and then checked it twice. The camera moves through the room without stopping. INT. STERLING PENTHOUSE, DINING ROOM, CONTINUOUS A long Italian marble table set for four. Dinner is over but the evidence remains: plates cleared, wine glasses at various levels of empty, a single dessert fork abandoned on the tablecloth like a small silver surrender. INT. STERLING PENTHOUSE, MAIN HALLWAY, CONTINUOUS The hallway stretches toward the far end of the penthouse. African masks line one wall. Mid century furniture fills the alcoves between bedroom doors. The master bedroom: door ajar, light off.