Naomi’s POV

The hum of the Montego building was different now, it's been years since I stepped foot here.

It wasn’t the rushed frenzy it used to be, the pressure cooker it had become before everything crumbled.

It was quieter now, More deliberate. Like everyone had taken a deep breath and exhaled a little bit of the old chaos.

People greeted each other in the hallways. Interns no longer scrambled like mice. There was music playing softly in the reception area now—a subtle change, but ...