100. Do You Want Me to Sing for You?
Dominic
Sitting in the back seat of my Maybach, I watch the city lights flash by like fleeting glimmers, while the news I've been waiting for arrives on my phone. A smirk forms on my lips, the kind you can't hide when the pieces start moving just as you planned.
The rat has finally come out of hiding... and has already made its first move.
"What are your instructions?" asks my assistant from the front seat, attentive to each of my reactions.
I take a second before responding. I know the right thing would be to keep a cool head, to act with the logic that has always characterized me. But there's a part of me that can't help but think about her... about Susy. I'm almost sure she's already heard the news. Now I want to know how much it affects her. Ho
