The following morning, the golden light of the early sun filtered through the kitchen window of the Flynn Villa, casting a warm glow over the breakfast Dominic Mylod was meticulously preparing. He was whisking farm-fresh eggs with a precision that hinted at his hidden discipline, the rhythmic sound of the whisk against the ceramic bowl acting as a peaceful counterpoint to the city's awakening.
The silence was shattered by a joyous, high-pitched cry from the living room. " Dominic! Oh my god, you won't believe it! One of the firms I sent my resume to actually got back to me!"
Sienna Flynn came rushing into the kitchen, her face flushed with excitement and her eyes dancing with a light that had been absent for weeks. She was holding her smartphone aloft like a trophy, her fingers trembling
