Dominic’s POV
As David walked toward the office door, he gave me a sly grin over his shoulder.
“Maybe we should hit the bar tonight. You clearly need to loosen up,” he said, wagging his brows like a joke.
I didn’t speak. Instead, I reached up and tugged at my tie with one hand.
A grunt left my throat. That was all the answer he needed.
He chuckled. “Cool. I’ll pick a good spot. First round’s on me.”
I watched him leave.
The door clicked shut behind him, and for a while, I just sat there.
Alone.
It felt like time stood still for a while. I took a deep breath and leaned forward, picked up my coffee cup, and tried to drink.
Empty.
Of course.
I pressed the telecom button.
Clara picked up—the same secretary who had been laughing at David’s flirty jokes just minutes ago.
“Hello, si
