Alexander Hale
Alexander hadn’t set foot in Hale Industries in eleven years.
The building looked the same forty-two stories of steel and glass stabbing into the Ravenwood skyline, the company logo etched across the entrance in letters taller than a man. His father had built this from nothing. Turned a small construction firm into an empire that shaped city skylines across three continents.He had walked away from all of it. He pushed through the glass doors. The lobby sprawled out before him marble floors polished to a mirror shine, chrome fixtures catching afternoon sunlight, walls lined with photographs of buildings his father’s company had erected. Tokyo. Dubai. New York. London.
Legacy, his father called it but Alex grew hating it and saw it as prison
“Alexander.”
He turned.
Richa
