Gregory’s POV
The city gleamed beneath the early afternoon sun, a jungle of glass and steel that reflected power back to those who already had it. Gregory Blackwood sat rigidly in the backseat of his town car, his cane resting across his knees, his gloved hands folded neatly on top of it. His driver maneuvered smoothly into the circular driveway of New Horizons Family Agency, a discreet but reputable establishment known for handling delicate matters for the elite.
To most, it was just another sleek glass-front building tucked between law offices and boutique clinics on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. But for Gregory, today, it was the key to securing his dynasty.
The car slowed to a stop. Gregory stepped out, the polished tip of his cane striking the pavement with a sharp tap. Heads turned
