Daphne’s POV

The building hasn’t changed.

The Black Financial Empire still stands like a fortress, polished marble and glass gleaming

In the morning light, a monument to everything I lost and everything I intend to reclaim.

Three years had passed, yet nothing had changed

The golden insignia still gleamed, the marble still reflected an empire built on secrets and blood.

My heels click against the lobby floor, the sound far too loud in my ears as I push through the

Revolving doors. For a ...