DOMINIC’S POV
The boardroom smells faintly of lemon polish and some expensive coffee, but the stench of false charm still overpowers everything.
I sit absentmindedly at the head of the long glass table, a perfect vantage point for pretending to be interested in whatever the f**k the man across from me has to say.
“…and with your constant contribution, Mr Stravros, we can refurbish all the essential facilities in the district. We’d even rename the main building after your family,” the charity chair beams from across me. His eyes were practically shimmering with dollar signs like I had pictured from just staring at him.
Without any response, I lean in my chair, tapping a finger on my thigh. “Essential facilities,” I repeat, as if tasting the words. “And in return, my company’s name gets
