~Ava's POV~
"He's had eyes on the penthouse for weeks."
That happened at midnight. But before it did, Dominic and I had to survive being around each other.
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"Say it," I told him. "Don't just look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I disappointed you."
He didn't reply straight away. He took the folder back and flipped through some pages, reading, taking it in. That's just how he rolls no drama, no shouting. He just keeps going, processing stuff internally.
It made it worse, honestly. Anger I could push back against. This quiet, careful processing felt like something I had to just stand in and wait out.
"You went alone to meet an unknown player with an unknown agenda," he said finally, still looking at the pages. "After I specifically said don't. And you didn't tell me."
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