“Sir, Mr. Mancini is on the call for you, do you wish to take it?” My secretary’s question brings a wide grin to my lips as I lean back in my chair, turning slightly to stare at the dusk drenched Seattle skyline.
I have been anticipating this call.
And it is right on time.
“Yes, put him through, Carol.” Her affirmation is followed by silence through the line as I sit quietly, tapping away on my thigh as I wait for Dominico to speak.
“You bastard!”
My lips curl up in the most satisfactory grin as I rest my head back with a sense of pure peace and calmness washing over me.
“Now, now, Dom, is that a way to talk to your son in law?” I coo, knowing well enough that I am only adding salt to his wound but still being unable to stop myself.
“How dare you come onto my turf and take my
