Domenico
I sat in the office, leaning over a blueprint for our new high-end necklace line, marking adjustments to the sapphire settings, but my mind wasn’t there. It was still stuck on the footage I had just watched.
“Focus, Domenico. Focus,” I whispered, rubbing my temples, but the attempt was fruitless.
Elysium Gem didn’t run itself. It needed me—my approval, my sign-off, my focus—to keep us ahead in this cutthroat market.
But what was going to become of it when the CEO responsible couldn’t stop thinking about some stranger called wife in his house?
I hissed, slamming my pen hard on the desk. I couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t pretend I wasn’t bothered by her. I pushed the blueprint away, then grabbed my laptop, connecting straight to the live CCTV feed at the mansion.
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