On a sunny winter day early in this century’s second decade, Jack Dawe locked his mountain bike outside a Financial District skyscraper and sauntered into the neo-Gothic building, so familiar to him from his messenger days.
He strolled through the lobby, nodded toward the security guard who acknowledged Dawe who then tapped the “Up” button next to one of fifteen elevators.
Soon Dawe was in the conference room of the City’s Chamber of Commerce,




