Sienna’s Pov
Dominic Kane could stand in a room full of angry billionaire investors and command the space without blinking. But looking at the official board email requiring a personal twenty-minute speech, his posture went completely stiff.
"Dom," I said softly, sitting down on the corner of his large wooden desk. "Show me what you have written so far."
Dominic opened a draft folder on his laptop, sliding the tablet screen over to me.
I scrolled through the six-page document. It was filled with flawless grammar, impressive profit numbers, market expansion stats, and grand corporate milestones. It read like a brilliant textbook for business school.
It was totally polished, extremely professional, and completely cold.
There was not a single line in those six pages explaining why Kane
