**DOMINIC POV**
"Hey, Mum?" I spoke into the phone, my bodyguard standing nearby.
"Hey, son. How are you?" Her voice sounded more frail than usual.
"Are you okay, Mum? You sound sick," I asked, growing concerned.
"I'm fine. I've just been having a little headache," she replied.
"Are you sure? Do you need a doctor? I can send Stan to you," I offered.
"No, son, it's just a headache," she sniffed. "How has work been?"
"It's okay," I replied, relieved that she was okay.
"Err... I want to ask you about someone," she said, almost whispering.
"Of course, who do you want to know about?"
"Your assistant—the one I saw at your office the last time I was there," she said.
"You mean the one I asked you about, and you refused to tell me if you knew her?" I smirked. I knew she would open up to
