The triangular Flatiron building is nearly 200 years old, and only 22 stories high, taking up more real estate space than it probably should in a city this expensive. It overlooks Madison square park, which is where I posted up, waiting for the hour of my appointment. New York City is awash with a mixture of old and new. The park is flanked by skyrakers belonging to one corporation or another and housing dozens of high-priced storefronts. One of these towers running along 5th avenue housed Executive Body Enhancements is flanked by clothing and lifestyle shops, offering a full block of personal transformation. Despite its remarkably small footprint, EBE also offers overnight and recovery suites in the upper level of the skyraker. I wouldn’t be able to get inside and get the layout until I signed in for my appointment in two hours, so I spent that time watching who went in and out, what kind of security came with them, and how much of their weaponry got inside.
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Ms. Johnson said to watch out for her kid, but wasn’t very forthcoming beyond that. She was clearly worried about his getting through the surgery. She was also worried about the people watching after him. That last bit made me more nervous than the first. It meant I needed to watch the docs and and the security. As I watched the scene I started to come up with a clearer picture of who these clients were, and that led me to a clearer picture of how to act when I went inside. Choi would be on his way shortly, so I stood up from my spot in the park and casually walked towards the building.