It was his first official day at Van Driscoll Global.
Jace stepped into the sleek glass lobby, tall and silent. A few staff standing nearby greeted him politely, heads slightly bowed, voices hushed with respect. He gave no reply. Just a nod. Maybe not even that.
The walls felt like they were pressing in. Every part of the building suffocated him. Every light, every sound, every whiff of the cologne-infused air reminded him that he didn’t belong here.
This wasn’t home.
It never would be.
He kept walking, each footstep sharp on the polished floor.
Then he saw them—waiting by the elevator.
Leo and Luca.
Luca was the first to register. And for once, he looked different. He wore a black two-piece suit—tailored, fitted. Not bad. His unruly hair was combed back, freshly styled. No chains,
