The building sat like a smug, glass monolith right in the middle of downtown, prime real estate with a reflective metal fa?ade that flashed sunlight in every direction, as if it were trying to blind the poor.
Sixty-eight floors of money.
It towered over everything, like it knew it owned the skyline.
LGH didn't just deal in real estate and finance.
They had their fingers in every pie—tech, hospitality, tourism, you name it.
If it generated income, they were knee-deep in it.
The place was also a hotspot for influencers and wannabe t****k stars.
I'd passed it plenty of times and seen people doing twirls or filming dance routines right outside the entrance.
I'd never actually gone in.
Inside, it was all clean lines, matte finishes, and subtle displays of wealth.
