~Narrator’s~

“You don’t get to rewrite the company just because you took a sabbatical, Leo.”

Reo’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. It’s sharp and cold as he strides into Suburban Headquarters’ boardroom without knocking. He’s wearing a charcoal-grey suit that looks like it was tailored by vengeance itself, but his tie is crooked. Leo notices it. Everyone notices it. But no one says a word.

Blair shifts by the digital board. Her arms are half-folded, and her eyes flick from Leo to Reo like she isn’t sure where to stand anymore.

“I didn’t rewrite anything,” Leo replies calmly. He stands with his hands clasped behind him like...