Dominic's POV
The skyline was black against the city's golden haze, interrupted by glass and concrete. My office was gloomy, the sole illumination coming from the windows that went from floor to ceiling. My hands rested at the small of my back, jaw set, eyes fixed on the glittering view below as Lester's voice echoed down the phone.
"Paperwork is tight," replied Lester, calm and assured. "Good thing is she signed willingly, no pressure, no coercion. That visitation statement reads neutral, but it leaves the door wide open."
I turned and walked slowly. "And the suit?"
"Already rolling. The court summons will reach her in an hour. Your PR people have the press release draft. It paints you as a concerned father making a peaceful attempt to be reunited with his daughter. No shots fired, on
