Chapter 36 Not A Date

The building sat like a smug, glass monolith right in the middle of downtown, prime real estate with a reflective metal façade that flashed sunlight in every direction like it was 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 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 TikTok stars.

I’d passed it loads 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 flexes of wealth.

Like, ‘Yes, this chair costs more than your car, but we won’t mention it.’

You couldn’t get past the lobby without clearance.