DOMINIC'S POV
My grandmother shows up at my office unannounced on Tuesday morning.
Grace Westbrook doesn't knock. She walks in like she owns the place—which, technically, she partially does.
"Dominic. We need to talk."
I don't look up from my laptop. "I'm busy."
"About the girl living in your penthouse."
Now I look up. "Emma is none of your business."
"She is when it affects the company's reputation." Grace sits across from my desk, perfectly composed. "I've been hearing things."
"What things?"
"That you're becoming attached. That this surrogacy arrangement has become complicated."
"Who told you that?"
"Victoria called me. She's concerned."
Of course she did. "Victoria has no idea what she's talking about."
"Doesn't she? You rejected her marriage proposal. A proposal that woul
