The drive to the warehouse was quiet. Outside the limousine window, the island was a blur of jungle and white sand, a playground for the wealthy.
Ava turned to him, the silence between them becoming a distant she couldn't bear to carry any longer. "How do you justify a warehouse on an island like this?" she asked, gesturing toward the dense treeline that hid the industrial structure. "It seems… incongruous."
Dominic didn't look at her. He was scrolling through a stream of data on his phone, his thumb moving with a repetitive flick. "Everywhere I go is a boardroom, Ava. Commerce does not care for scenery. If there is land, there is a profit to be squeezed from it."
"Do you ever rest?" she asked, her voice softer now, bordering on genuine curiosity. "Or is it always just the next batch,
