Dominic’s POV
The hum of the city below my office has always sounded like music to me, sharp, precise, and filled with opportunities to exploit. Each deal is another note, each competitor another instrument.
“Come in,” I bark when I hear the knock on my office door.
The only thing I wanted to do right now is to bury my c**k deep within him, i frown at my trail of thoughts.
The door opens, and Evelyn slips inside. Evelyn is my secretary, though the term hardly does her justice. Evelyn is efficient, calculating, and utterly loyal. She knows how to read my moods as if they were headlines.
She closes the door behind her and walks to the desk, holding a file. Her face is composed, but I know her too well. She is worried.
“It’s Weston Steel,” she says without preamble. “The quarterly rep
