Chapter 21: Blame Games
~Robert’s POV~ The Mondragon Tower’s penthouse office was a monument to success, but it felt more like a cage to me. The sprawling skyline of the city, usually a source of pride, seemed to mock me with its indifferent glow. It was just after 6 a.m., and the only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic tapping of my pen against the mahogany desk. I'd been here since 4 a.m., unable to shake the lingering terror of the nightmare that had jolted me awake. Melissa's face, a grotesque mosaic of glass and blood, was burned into my mind. Her chilling whisper, "You'll never have any peace," echoed in the silent room. I'd thought coming here would help, that burying myself in work would silence the ghosts. But my mind was a fractured mess. Earlier, I'd signed my name
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