It was during the winter of the entire world’s economic collapse that New York, the city that never sleeps, figuratively closed its eyes and literally turned off its lights, in response to the desperation and depression being felt by all. The formerly illuminated Empire State Building was now dim. Streets that were once filled with music of all types and origins were now quiet. People who had at one time walked the streets in search of dreams had now left. Even the light in Lady Liberty’s torch had gone out. All the pomp and circumstance of New York City had faded away like a distant memory, and so had the citizens.
Many people had come from around the world to the place where dreams were made, only to witness their hopes shatter. When all hope of recovery seemed fleeting, many returned home to live their lives in moderate comfort, but always wondered what might have been. Some stayed in pursuit of their dreams, vying never to give up, but soon found themselves poor and desolate. When a dream dies, all that is left is a void, and that void must be filled somehow.
The once proud city fell lower into the depths of crime. It wasn’t the colorful crimes of former times with the mafia and street gangs; these were crimes of self-inflicted pain, so despicable it made one wonder if there had ever been honor or integrity in the world. It became a place where many lost their self-respect and found themselves living on the surface of life. Instead of rebuilding a foundation, they enhanced their façades. Those who remained relied on image and attention, selling their ideals and bodies for the slightest promise of opportunity. Love and friendship became virtually non-existent.
Jonathon Spade was one of the only few men who survived the collapse. Spade was a visionary—a man who saw and sought opportunity at every corner. His first love was real estate, and he provided the fantasy and encouraged the idea that anyone could be wealthy and successful. Once inside one of his properties, a poor man felt like a king. He capitalized on everything the average man could desire, dangling a golden carrot which few men could actually achieve.
Spade also sold his services to politicians and businessmen. He built fortunes for others who had the means to pay, and he became an expert at building reputations and power. Outwardly, he appeared to do all of this for others, but ultimately it was for his own benefit. If there was no one to lead the way, no one would follow, which would mean there’d be no reason to spend money on his products and services.
Personally, Jonathon Spade did everything he could to present himself as a man for all people—a pillar of fashion, to attract the attention of the upper echelons of society; a rugged demeanor and honest smile, to gain the trust of the average working man; a gallant showman, to warm the hearts of the ladies. There was never a day when Jonathon Spade was not in the spotlight or seen without a beautiful woman at his side. In order to be successful, a man needed to appear to have it all; and that was Jonathon Spade’s agenda.
Years later, Jonathon Spade made the decision to stop being a tool for politicians. If he controlled the powerful, then he should keep it. He decided to run for mayor of New York City and won by a record-breaking count—in fact, Jonathon Spade won by a miraculous one hundred and twelve percent. The city of Manhattan was joyful, and the people cried out with exultation at the idea of dreams being returned to them. It was, of course, Jonathan Spade’s platform: Where Dreams Are Realized.
On the night of his election win, the lights returned to New York City. Lady Liberty’s torch was reignited and flickered like a beacon to all those who still had the courage to dream. People emerged from their apartments and filled the streets, celebrating in high spirits and revived hope. While parties were held throughout the city, Jonathon Spade watched from the balcony of his tower. He could smell something in the air. What he smelled was failure, which was something he was not accustomed to. Something had to be done.
Many people had come from around the world to the place where dreams were made, only to witness their hopes shatter. When all hope of recovery seemed fleeting, many returned home to live their lives in moderate comfort, but always wondered what might have been. Some stayed in pursuit of their dreams, vying never to give up, but soon found themselves poor and desolate. When a dream dies, all that is left is a void, and that void must be filled somehow.
The once proud city fell lower into the depths of crime. It wasn’t the colorful crimes of former times with the mafia and street gangs; these were crimes of self-inflicted pain, so despicable it made one wonder if there had ever been honor or integrity in the world. It became a place where many lost their self-respect and found themselves living on the surface of life. Instead of rebuilding a foundation, they enhanced their façades. Those who remained relied on image and attention, selling their ideals and bodies for the slightest promise of opportunity. Love and friendship became virtually non-existent.
Jonathon Spade was one of the only few men who survived the collapse. Spade was a visionary—a man who saw and sought opportunity at every corner. His first love was real estate, and he provided the fantasy and encouraged the idea that anyone could be wealthy and successful. Once inside one of his properties, a poor man felt like a king. He capitalized on everything the average man could desire, dangling a golden carrot which few men could actually achieve.
Spade also sold his services to politicians and businessmen. He built fortunes for others who had the means to pay, and he became an expert at building reputations and power. Outwardly, he appeared to do all of this for others, but ultimately it was for his own benefit. If there was no one to lead the way, no one would follow, which would mean there’d be no reason to spend money on his products and services.
Personally, Jonathon Spade did everything he could to present himself as a man for all people—a pillar of fashion, to attract the attention of the upper echelons of society; a rugged demeanor and honest smile, to gain the trust of the average working man; a gallant showman, to warm the hearts of the ladies. There was never a day when Jonathon Spade was not in the spotlight or seen without a beautiful woman at his side. In order to be successful, a man needed to appear to have it all; and that was Jonathon Spade’s agenda.
Years later, Jonathon Spade made the decision to stop being a tool for politicians. If he controlled the powerful, then he should keep it. He decided to run for mayor of New York City and won by a record-breaking count—in fact, Jonathon Spade won by a miraculous one hundred and twelve percent. The city of Manhattan was joyful, and the people cried out with exultation at the idea of dreams being returned to them. It was, of course, Jonathan Spade’s platform: Where Dreams Are Realized.
On the night of his election win, the lights returned to New York City. Lady Liberty’s torch was reignited and flickered like a beacon to all those who still had the courage to dream. People emerged from their apartments and filled the streets, celebrating in high spirits and revived hope. While parties were held throughout the city, Jonathon Spade watched from the balcony of his tower. He could smell something in the air. What he smelled was failure, which was something he was not accustomed to. Something had to be done.
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