The penthouse at the top of the city’s tallest skyscraper was a world of cold marble, polished steel, and silence that felt heavier than any noise. It belonged to ace Mendez —a name that carried as much fear as it did wealth, a man who ruled his empire with an iron fist and a reputation that made even the bravest think twice before crossing him. But behind closed doors, beneath the sharp suits and unyielding gaze, he faced a problem no amount of money or power could easily fix: his three-year-old son, Leo.