Natasha's POV
New York City.
It was exactly the same.
The streets still buzzed with ambition and greed. Glass towers gleamed in the winter sun like giant diamonds. The air carried that restless, electric energy that made people believe anything was possible—if they were willing to fight for it.
I wasn’t just willing. I was determined.
The car slowed in front of Lexington Towers, its dark windows reflecting the pale sky like a mirror to my past. My hand lingered on the door handle as my heart thumped hard against my ribs. This wasn’t just another office building. It was a monument to everything I had once possessed—and thrown away.
I stepped out. My stiletto heels clicked sharply against the pavement. The noise of the city—horns, sirens, bits of conversation—swirled around me. A cold
