*Leo*
The warehouse felt empty in a way it hadn’t before. It used to be a symbol of progress, our foundation here in LA. Now, it was nothing more than a shell.
A broken, beaten, battered, crumbling shell.
Franky stood with me, scanning the damage with the same look I was sure I had.
Frustration and resignation.
The attack changed everything. The building wasn’t the same. And neither was the operation.
This place was almost like a second home to me once.
I sighed and placed my hand on some rebar sticking out of a broken plaster wall.
It was a fortress once.
“I really thought this place was gonna work out,” Franky muttered, kicking a loose piece of debris. “It was supposed to be a new start.”
“I never thought I’d see this place look so… defeated.”
Franky scoffed. “The news from the contractors isn’t great.” He held up a pile of papers.
I assumed they were quotes and estimates for the work it would take to get this place functional again.
