On the other side of Skyline City, at the very top of the tallest skyscraper, sat one of Alexander Sterling’s private penthouses. The place was huge, with cold marble floors stretching across the space, leaving it spotless. Glass walls reflected the entire city below, lights blinking like stars, yet it did not feel like home at all. There were no personal pictures, no decorations, no traces of memories or life. Just expensive furniture placed perfectly, like no one truly lived there. In the middle of one of the rooms, on a large bed, Alexander Sterling lay flat on his back, looking almost lifeless. One of his arms rested by his side, the other slightly bent, his fingers gripping the sheets. Sweat covered his forehead, small drops sliding down his temple. His jaw was clenched, his body giving small, restless jerking movements like he was fighting something in his dream. And for once, the man who controlled everything could not control what was happening in his own mind. “Pa… Patric
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