DOMINIC'S POV
I told my driver to go home without me.
Marcus was already at the curb when I came out of the coffee shop. I looked at the car and waved him off. He nodded without question because Marcus had worked for me long enough to know when I needed the option removed.
I decided to walk instead .
Forty minutes through the city when the car would have taken eight. I needed the pavement, the cold and the particular anonymity of moving through a crowd with my hands in my pockets.
I'd gone into that meeting prepared.
My answers were ready before I sat down. The reasonable ones, the ones designed to absorb an accusation and return it as something smaller and more manageable. Flynn had sat across from me and I'd run the full performance and watched it fail in real time with the speci
