Dominic pov
The paper sat on my desk like a time bomb, silent but demanding attention. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the sealed manila envelope Mason had delivered just a little while before. The air in my office was cold despite the afternoon sun pouring through the high windows. I should have opened it by now. I should have been eager to flip through the pages, seize the leverage, and plan my next move. But something in the ease with which Mason relinquished it stayed in my hand.
It was too easy. That was the thought that had been pacing back and forth in my mind like a prisoner in a cell. Mason had not blinked when I instructed him to dig deeper. He had not asked many questions either, he just nodded and disappeared. Now, not even two days later, he returns wi
