Kendrick's POV
The city stretched endlessly below me as the elevator doors slid open to the top floor of the Black Group.
Floor-to-ceiling windows curved around the office like a crown of glass, catching the sun's reflection and throwing it across the polished marble floors. The skyline glittered, sharp and merciless, and for the first time in years, I felt like it belonged to me.
My grandfather's words made me realize that I had really let him down. After wasting years traveling to find a cure to my condition, I returned and made myself a weakling that anyone could bully.
They all forgot who I am and it is time I reminded them.
The air in my office was cold with the scent of leather and steel hanging in it.
I looked at the black oak desk which my grandfather had custom made for me when I took over the company.
Behind it, I could see the city clearly, the floor-to-ceiling windows made it feel more surreal.
