The heavy mahogany door didn’t just open; it swung back with a slow, deliberate gravity that sent a violent shockwave of panic straight through Vivian’s veins.
Her hand hovered a mere millimeter above the sleek black keyboard of Dominic’s laptop. The screen was still pulsing with that terrifying, bright crimson header: *MONTGOMERY INTERCEPTION COMPLETE.* It was the key to finding her father, the one piece of leverage she desperately needed, and it was entirely out of reach.
With a sharp intake of breath, Vivian jerked her hand back, spinning around to face the doorway just as Dominic’s towering figure crossed the threshold.
He had discarded his tie, leaving the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone, exposing the hard base of his throat. But there was nothing relaxed about him.
