DOMINIC’s POV.
The door to my office pushes open and Fernando saunters in. He didn’t call to tell me he was coming, not that it was necessary but I like being at the top of my game.
“Shadow” he calls out, lowering himself on my couch. That is the name he has been calling me since we were kids. According to him, I was his shadow meant to keep him alive and the other reason is because of my stoic character. He wanted to change it to terminator and I promised to make his life a living hell before he actually stopped. My office is actually located halfway across the city but seeing how he drove all the way here, it must be important.
“Did you meet him?” I ask, not bothering to look up from the document that I am reviewing, “did you get the job done?”
“That bastard!!” Fernando grits his tee
