Dominic's Pov
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, my hands tapping rhythmically against the dark oak conference table. The room was filled with the scent of fresh coffee, high-end leather, and cold calculation of risk.
My lawyer, Lester Vallin, a gray and white haired man with a gravelly voice and the audacity of an armed gun pushed a lock of grayish brown hair behind his ear and hunched forward. His tone was flat, confident. "Absolutely. You're not asking for full custody. You're offering a compromise. That makes you reasonable to her and to the court. It gives you access and it gives her peace, no drama."
I tightened my jaw, nodded. He was a senior associate so I believed him. Compromise was not something that happened in my universe of business, but this was not takeovers
