~Leo’s~

“Didn’t take long for him to steal your thunder again, huh?”

Blair’s voice slices through the quiet like a blade wrapped in satin. She walks in with purpose, clutching a thick folder labeled Cuss Property Developments – Confidential. Her blazer’s sharp enough to wound someone, and her stare already does.

Leo exhales sharply and leans against the cool frame of the window in his study, trying not to snap. It's barely been a day since he recovered from his illness.

“What is it now?”

Blair throws the folder onto his desk. “Reo’s buying up the Crestwood blocks. The whole strip. It’s been rerouted under one of Marcus Lane’s dummy...