“Just one drink, Genevieve. Please? I promise I won’t touch...I mean, unless you want me to. I just want to celebrate with you since you made this possible,” he was leaning against my desk like he usually did. His arm and shoulder muscles were stretching out the arms of his suit jacket as his arms were folded across his chest.
“Dominic, I’m really not in the mood,” I said, but I’m sure even he heard the hesitation in my voice.
I was still reeling from the high I felt when I watched Gary Emerson sign his signature on the freshly drawn up contract. From what Dominic told me about him, Gary was a tough guy to get through to and when it came to business he was cheap and greedy.
He had low balled Dominic, giving us a number I’m sure even he knew was ridiculous, but once I started laying on t
