"I give up. I concede. I'm not competing with this."
Then, unable to help it, he added with a hint of envy, "A whole building, though, can you actually even live in all of it?"
"Live in it?" Stan glanced at him with mild confusion.
'Who said anything about living in it?'
"No. I'm not going to live in it," he said calmly. "I'm giving it away."
Leo blinked. Then blinked again.
"You're, you're gifting an entire building?"
Stan nodded once, already turning back to the manager to begin the paperwork.
Behind him, Leo stood rooted in place, the last coherent piece of his worldview quietly dissolving into the polished marble floor.
'An entire building. As a gift.'
Four Seasons Garden. The most sought-after address in Inksea. A building Leo himself had just been told was off-limits to people like him.
Being given away.
Like a bouquet of flowers.
The word tycoon didn't quite cover it anymore.
