Alexander's POV

The following Monday, I arrived at the office earlier than usual.

The halls of Montego were still hushed, bathed in the soft morning light that filtered through tall glass windows. The cleaning crew was packing up their supplies, the scent of lemon polish lingering in the air.

I paused in the corridor outside the strategy wing, taking in the silence.

It wasn’t just a building anymore.

Somehow, somewhere between my father’s downfall and Naomi’s rise, Montego had become ...