The land we'd already bought—me, Charlotte, and Madison had agreed to start there. Like, fuck it, why not? We were relocating the five companies we'd acquired in Miami to this location, this forgotten corner of LA that nobody gave a shit about except the people who owned it and the people who wanted to own it, because, honestly, Miami was starting to feel like a bad ex we kept going back to out of habit.
Only leaving a branch of the shipping company in Miami because—duh—you needed coastal access for that shit. Can't exactly ship things from a landlocked town unless you're using carrier pigeons or some bullshit— obviously you can't move ocean access unless you're Moses—but everything else? It was coming here.
Then I'd had a bigger idea. The kind that hits you at 2am when you're supposed to be sleeping but your brain's doing donuts in the parking lot instead.
Why not put the Sin Skyscraper here too?
