The Bird of the Hour

I finally found the top floor of this 150-story building. Not completely sure why there are 150 floors to this whole thing, but I guess that’s rich people for you. The whole floor is dedicated to one office, assumingly the boss, the founder, and the writer of the letter. “How is this all connected?” you ponder in your head. The room is elegant with vintage antiques and expensive paintings lining the walls. The furniture is only the newest money can buy. A pigeon sitting at the very end of the long desk table has his back turned away from me. He slowly turns his chair around and I can finally see the founder. He looks more prestigious in person. What do you say?

Who is Spade Akus?