Dominic
I spent many hours with Father doing kingdom paperwork. My eyes became blurry as I powered through financial papers and some emails that Father didn’t want to deal with. Father put on some classical music that made me sleepy. I began to think of my Daisy and our unborn son, and my eyes grew heavy as I imagined him.
“Dominic!” Father barked and hit his desk, startling me awake with a snore.
I sat up and blinked my eyes at my father. “What?” I mumble.
“Are you that bored?” He asks me with a raised eyebrow. “This is stuff you must learn.”
I yawn and stretch. “Sorry, Father. I was imagining my son, and I guess I drifted off,” I explain, and he smiles slightly.
“You need to focus, Dominic.” He g
