Leo’s POV

As soon as I set foot on the marble floor of Wesley Group’s lobby, a strange familiarity struck me like lightning. It was like stepping into a world I had tried to run away from for ten years. The air was still filled with that same scent of cold ambition, greed, and exploitation of the weak. It hadn’t changed much. The floors were beaming as always, and the receptionists still gave fake smiles while hurting deeply, not knowing when their next paycheck would arrive. A lot of ...