Dominic had been in a foul mood ever since he left his apartment at 5:30 in the morning and got to the office. He sat through two meetings with a grim face, clearly in no mood for nonsense. Every exec giving reports looked like they were walking on eggshells.
By the afternoon, Liam came in with some files and handed them over. “Sir, that guy Ethan—he and Emilia went to school together. They’re pretty close. Also, turns out Emilia’s been keeping a few things from him.”
“Like what—used to work at a club? Or was it the whole part about me keeping her?” Dominic gave a slight curve of the lips, sarcastic and cold—his eyes didn’t smile.
Liam kept his head down and said nothing, which was answer enough.
Dominic let out a short, dry laugh and tightened his grip on the pen in his hand
