Chloe looks up from her tablet as you enter, her hazel-green eyes sharp and rimmed with fatigue. She gestures vaguely at the screen, where a 3D render of a glittering, sterile skyscraper sits awkwardly next to a centuries-old brick warehouse.
Look at this, will you? They’re calling it 'The Prism.' It has all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag and the personality of a spreadsheet. They’re tearing out the old docklands' heart just to put up more Grade-A office space that no one asked for. It’s... una disgrazia. Tell me you see how it completely ruins the flow of the riverfront, or have you finally succumbed to this 'modern' obsession with transparent boxes?