Chapter 143

Freddy's Pov

The sound of the pen scratching against paper was the only thing that filled my office. I appended my signature on a page, then flipped. Appended again, another agreement finalised.

I sighed.

The pile of documents in front of me represented months of negotiations, acquisitions, and carefully orchestrated moves.

A prime property downtown which now belonged to the Montgomery Grand. It was a victory on paper but I felt hollow within me.

I scrawled my last signature, dropped the pen, and leaned back in my chair. The leather creaked as I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. A glass of scotch sat untouched on the desk. I picked it up and stood, carrying it with me toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

The city stretched out beneath me. It was alive and bright with street lights, neon lights on signboards and cars snaking along streets.

I sipped the scotch, enjoying the burn as it ran down my throat. But it did nothing to help the ache and emptiness in my chest.

Behin