~Narrator’s~

“I built this empire, and you really thought I wouldn’t burn it down too?”

The penthouse lounge is too quiet. Sunlight bleeds through the glass windows like a slow wound, but there’s no warmth in the room. Just tension. The kind that creeps into your throat and wraps around your spine.

Leo stands near the bar. Blair is pacing with a folder clenched in her hand. Reo doesn’t move from the head of the room. His face is unreadable. Just sharp jawlines and a gaze that’s learned too much.

The document is still open on the center table. In it are scans, audio transcripts, off-shore accounts and alias passports....