DOMINIC'S POV
It was the Sunday after our trip to Milan, and we were back in my Seattle mansion. A plate of toast sat in front of me, beside my signature coffee. Beside the plate was my laptop, open to a Skype video call page.
I bit into a corner of my toast as I spoke. "Go on, Matthew."
"A lot of work was left unfinished before your trip, Mr Rutherford." Matthew notified me. "I was wondering when we'd be able to get down to it."
"When I come to the office." I dropped my toast and took a sip of my coffee. "Which will be later this week; Wednesday, most probably."
Gregory opened his mouth to speak again, but was silenced by the sound of footsteps coming down the staircase behind me.
"Would you like us to reschedule a meeting for you, Mr Rutherford?" Another worker named Mrs Bellick as
