SCARLET POV

The sun rays hit my glasses and I blinked, the skyscraper in front of me becoming blurry. Antonov cleared his throat beside me.

"Well, here we are Scarlet. This place looked better than in the photos"

I took in the company that my father had built with his blood sweat and tears. "We used to have a picnic at the rooftop once a week, then mom died and things spiraled from there" I got out past the lump in my throat, nostalgia washing over me in waves.

"Well, you got what you wanted. It's time to take back what is yours"

I took my glasses off, then turned...