Chapter Fifty-Five: Her Seductive Charm, My Home

A year can feel like a lifetime, or the blink of an eye. For me, it had been both. Twelve months had passed since the day I stood in Maggie’s apartment, finally free of the ghosts that had haunted me. Twelve months of relentless work, of late nights fueled by coffee and ambition, of turning the smoldering ruins of Focus Corp into something new, something ours. We called it Prosper Group. The name was Kobe’s idea—bold, optimistic, and a little on the nose, which was exactly his style....