DOMINIC
Admitting you're a monster is easier than proving you can become human.
I didn't sleep that night. I just sat in my penthouse watching the city lights blur through floor-to-ceiling windows, thinking about Minh Nguyen's finger on his daughter's face. About the email I'd sent three years ago.
“Do whatever is necessary.”
Three words. That's all it took to kill seventeen people.
My phone sat on the coffee table. Dark. Silent. Maya hadn't responded to my last text.
I didn't blame her.
At seven a.m., I called Lisa.
"Emergency board meeting," I said. "Today. Ten a.m. Don't tell Harrison."
Silence. Then: "Dominic, what are you doing?"
"Something I should have done three years ago."
The conference room felt different this time. Colder. The glass table reflected faces I'd known fo
