Leah
The Callaghan Group building was impossible to miss.
It sat in Uptown like it had been there before anyone currently alive was allowed to have an opinion about it. Limestone front. Tall windows. Bronze doors polished enough to catch the morning light. The old bank name had been removed, but the shape of the building still remembered what it used to be.
Money.
Power.
Permission granted or denied from behind a desk.
Inside, it was different.
The lobby kept the marble floors and the brass railings, but everything else had been made clean and modern. Glass walls. Soft lighting. Security that was present without being loud. The old vault door stood open behind the reception desk, not hidden, not worshiped.
Reused.
That felt like Liam, though I did not know him well enough to say w
