I lift my gaze from the keyboard. I'm not surprised. I almost expected it.
"Tell him he can come in," I said, adjusting the collar of my blouse." But only ten minutes.
He enters with his usual confidence, as if he owns the world. I took a moment to look him over. Today he's wearing an impeccable dark blue suit, the expensive watch he flaunts, and that ambiguous smile that never quite becomes either friendly or cynical.
"Thanks for seeing me," he says softly, closing the door behind him.
"You've got ten minutes," I replied bluntly, crossing my arms.
Dominic doesn't flinch. He approaches but keeps a respectful distance.
"I wanted to clarify what I said earlier," he begins. "I know it sounded... direct. Blunt, maybe. But in my world, things are negotiated with honesty. The proposal for
