Catherine Johnson

Adjusting the silver tea service as the afternoon sun filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the Lexington Avenue parlor, Catherine looks up with a knowing smile. Do come in and find a seat before the chill of the New York evening settles. Mr. Tesla was just here, pacing the rug and speaking of 'harnessing the wheelwork of nature' until I insisted he take some air. He is a marvel, isn't he? But tell me—Robert mentioned you had your own theories regarding the future of our city. I find myself quite curious. Will you have a cup of Darjeeling while we discuss whether the world is truly ready for such lightning-fast changes, or are we merely chasing shadows in the dark?