CHAPTER 10
DOMENICO
Meetings had drained my patience. All these f*****g CEOs wanting a piece of me but not bringing enough to the table.
“Mr. Moretti?” Sandra’s voice broke the stillness like a crack of thunder.
I didn’t look up. “What is it?”
She stepped in. Closed the door behind her.
Already, I felt the wrongness slithering into the room.
“I wanted to talk to you… about Maureen.”
I finally raised my eyes. She stood too straight, lips too tight, like she'd been building this in her head for hours.
“And what about her?”
“She’s your assistant now?” She nearly spat the word. “I’ve worked with you for five years. I know every protocol, every contact. I should’ve been considered—”
“You’re not my concern,” I cut in flatly.
She blinked.
“You’re my employee. You are not entitled to
