(Amber's POV)
"It's just a scratch," I insisted, holding my phone at arm's length as Dominic's concerned face filled the screen. "The car got the worst of it."
His eyes narrowed, searching my face for signs I wasn't being truthful. "Show me the damage."
I flipped the camera, revealing the dented bumper and scratched paint of my limited edition sports car. The midnight blue finish was marred with an ugly gash where Ethan's sedan had connected.
"That can be fixed," Dominic said dismissively. "Are you sure you're not hurt? Your neck looks stiff."
I rotated my shoulders, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain. "Just a little whiplash. Nothing serious."
"I'm coming back immediately," he declared, his voice brooking no argument. "Stay put and meet me there."
"But your business trip—"
"Is over. Felix can handle the rest." He was already moving, the background behind him blurring. "Don't move. I'll be there in two hours."
The call ended before I could protest further. I sighed, leanin
