A borough for your heart

meltdown over their father's contested empire these past several mon

hless visions for the company's future within a mere ten-day window, Logan had been fo

ief rival developers. Forging strategic temporary alliances and blackmail contingencies. Burning the midnight oil with a rotating team of elite hatchetmen an

s as the sole worthy heir, the supreme architect to lead the Westbrook dynasty's expansion for the next century. There was no room for even the slightest misstep or crack in his armor of poise and vision. Logan repressed ev

eer force of will and ruthless pragmatism. Reminding himself that she represented everything his world was designed to p

ory if needed. What use could he possibly have for some naive urbanist's loft

ory, he couldn't quite silence the tiny voice whispering that something vital was being sacrificed in pursuit of this destiny

ctorious at all costs. If that meant scorching the very earth in his path, incinerating any remna

he crucible that would mint Logan as the new undisputed king of the

ds that effectively decimated several rival holdings under the controlled smokescreen of negligible rezoning disputes and environme

riumph in their anguished howls of defeat and outrage - only a bone-deep chill o

of cutthroat maneuverings had previously reigned. Logan stood alone at last, his vision

s father and the rest of the core Westbrook Holdings leadership arrayed before him with silent, impassive scrutin

d and honed his youngest son's mettle since childhood. Looking for any flicker of wea

ly the burden and responsibility of destiny now - a yawning forge awaiting the sharpest of chisel strokes to hew his legacy into being. No more distractions, no room for error or fracturing of

k said at last, a low rumble from deep within his barrel chest. "And you'd best m

ions they would soon raise. "...you're about to witness the most ambitious, most grandiose

gan laying out the staggering details of his masterplan, a palpable hush fell over the assembled Westbrook leadership. The

o make way for his conquering developments. Parks, schools, sacred community hubs - all would be consumed and

ongarming of officials, with no line too unethical to cross. The ideals of preservation, sustainability, and moderatio

ack leaned back in his chair with a wan smile playing across his lips. A glimmer of sadistic

lling resolve Logan radiated in that moment. A few averted their eyes warily, shaken by the pitiless, scorched-earth brutality the future would now demand of t

pursuit of an infinitely grander, more rapacious vision of conquest and legacy. Her wistful proddings had been fo

adiating outward like the first indomitable shock waves unleashed by his brutal ascendancy. No dream, no ideal or remnant of a soul would be pe