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Chapter 11:Faultlines
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HIS TO LOSE Chapter 11:Faultlines
Dominic's POV The morning started with a lie I told myself.I’m fine.I repeated it in the mirror while knotting my tie. Repeated it in the elevator on the way up to the executive floor. Repeated it when Monica handed me my coffee and gave me that look she gives when she knows something is wrong but is too professional to say so.I’m fine.Arielle Moore was coming in today for a site check. That was all it was. A professional visit from the interior designer assigned to the HaleAI renovation project. I had dealt with contractors, consultants, architects — people who walked through my office and measured things and left. This was no different.I was fine.My phone screen lit up on my desk. Her name wasn’t on it. It was my 9 AM meeting with the product team. I silenced it and pulled up the renovation schedule instead.Arielle: Site check, executive floor. 10:00 AM.I closed the tab.Fine.She arrived at 10:03.I knew it because I wasn't keeping an eye on the door. I was going through Q
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Dominic’s POV“My brother just overdosed. I’m at the hospital. I can’t think about this right now.”I stared at the text.Read it three times.My thumb was already pulling up her contact before my brain caught up.Which hospital?She didn’t answer.Fuck.I stood from my desk, grabbing my keys. My jacket. Monica looked up, startled, as I strode past her.“Mr. Hale? Your three o’clock—”“Cancel it. Cancel everything for the rest of the day.”“But the investors—”“I don’t care.” I was already at the elevator, jabbing the button. “Handle it.”The doors slid open. I stepped in.My phone buzzed.Arielle: “Dominic, don’t—”She didn’t finish the text.It didn't matter.I was already halfway to the parking garage.There were four major hospitals in the city. I called the first one from my car.“I’m looking for a patient. Marcus Moore. Brought in for an overdose.”“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t give out patient information—”I hung up. Called the second.The third time was the charm.“Yes, we have a M
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