The next morning, Asher stepped into the private office reserved exclusively for the head of the Dominic Empire. Leading it wasn’t new to him; he’d been groomed for this role his entire life. Yet today, there was a simmering edge to his presence.
Inside, his butler Patrick stood waiting as if he’d sensed the brewing storm.
“You summoned me, Master?” Patrick bowed respectfully.
Without wasting time, Asher sank into his chair behind the polished mahogany desk. “What did you do to the girls who had the dispute with Zander?”
Patrick straightened, choosing his words carefully. “They were disciplined, Master, as a warning not to repeat their mistakes.”
Asher’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not what I asked.”
Patrick stiffened, the tension in the room thickening. “Beatrice oversees the female staf
