Dominic
"...and quarterly projections show a twelve percent increase since Robert's removal." James's voice faded into background noise as my attention drifted to the window of my office.
From this height, the city spread out like a jeweled tapestry, morning light catching on glass towers and distant water. But instead of appreciating the view I'd once found so essential, I found myself watching the clock. Two hours until the twins' baseball game. Three until dinner – Emma's turn to cook, which meant her tomato pasta that Noah insisted contained "optimal nutritional ratios" and Lottie deemed magical enough despite its lack of glitter.
"Sir?" James cleared his throat pointedly. "The Peterson acquisition?"
"Sorry." I straightened in my chair, forcing my focus back to Sterling Industries
