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CHAPTER 11

Author: Daisy potter
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 22:56:07

Dominic’s POV

The hum of the city below my office has always sounded like music to me, sharp, precise, and filled with opportunities to exploit. Each deal is another note, each competitor another instrument.

“Come in,” I bark when I hear the knock on my office door.

The only thing I wanted to do right now is to bury my cock deep within him, i frown at my trail of thoughts.

The door opens, and Evelyn slips inside. Evelyn is my secretary, though the term hardly does her justice. Evelyn is efficient, calculating, and utterly loyal. She knows how to read my moods as if they were headlines.

She closes the door behind her and walks to the desk, holding a file. Her face is composed, but I know her too well. She is worried.

“It’s Weston Steel,” she says without preamble. “The quarterly reports came in, and they’re worse than we projected.”

I lean back in my chair, steepling my fingers. Weston Steel was one of my acquisitions from two years ago. A manufacturing titan in its glory days, but r
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