**Ellis POV
"I thought we had that issue cleared up?" I walked out of a highrise in the City with my phone pressed against my ear. "Didn't I ask for Dominique to take care of that?"
"She's doing the best she can, but Dominique isn't Marilyn," Mike explained.
I hopped in my car and waited for the Bluetooth to take over the call before driving to the Red Sea.
"Well, give her whatever support she needs. If she's still not working out in a few weeks, we'll reconsider her position," I declared.
"You got it. I'll see you tomorrow," Mike parted. He hung up and I sighed in relief. My work never seems to end.
I ordered a whiskey at the Red Sea bar. It was too stressful of a night for red wine alone. The bartender graciously opened a tab for me.
A woman I didn't recognize slipped onto the barstool beside me. She ordered a dirty martini and sat there, sucking the olives on the toothpick between her puffy red lips.
I gave her a quick glance. She was dressed professionally but it was clear sh
