Leo’s POV

Brad Wesley was back. 

The words felt like poison when they hung in the air like a plague this morning. I watched him step out of the Bentley he purchased with poor citizens’ sweat, with the same smug, godlike aura that built his godforsaken empire.

His steps were cold and tailored to the teeth like time bowed for him. And everyone else, even top executives in that damn building, trembled like grasshoppers facing the king of the jungle.

Only if they had the guts to stand up to people like him, they would be living better lives.

I stayed back, hidden in the crowd near the lobby’s east...