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Author: Pen Glowy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-19 01:22:03

Dominic shook hands with his associates inside his new boardroom, the walls still bare, wires exposed, and paint buckets tucked in corners. The long glass table gleamed beneath the overhead lights, even though the room around it still smelled faintly of plaster and fresh paint.

He was glad the meeting was over. One by one, they filed out, murmuring quick goodbyes, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Outside the boardroom, the entire building buzzed with motion—engineers in hard hats, designers measuring walls, delivery people hauling in furniture and cables. But Dominic’s mind wasn’t there.

One of the engineers stayed behind to brief him on progress—logistics, electrical plans, a minor plumbing reroute—but his words washed over Dominic like static. Something was off. The silence at home, the unfinished conversation with Andra... it tugged at his thoughts.

"Sir, I assure you. Everything will be done well."

"I don't fully trust you because you said this office was ready. Just move
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  • In The Hands of Dominic   77

    “Please, find it in your heart to forgive Mike,” Andra said gently. “I met him outside the house. He’s dying of guilt. He apologized to me. I promised him I’d talk to you. He’s been waiting for quite some time because you won’t talk to him, or take his calls, or respond to his messages. He’s torn.”At her words, Dominic felt the heat of his anger begin to melt. He remembered Mike’s earlier attempt to fix things.“I will try,” he said quietly.“Thank you.”“You’re welcome.”A pause passed between them. Then she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Dominic James.”His gaze softened. “I love you too, Andra Anderson.”“What now?”“We’ll see how the election turns out.”***The next day, Duke Anderson issued a public statement.He had forgiven the young woman. He would not be pressing charges.The announcement sent ripples through the media. Praise poured in. His ratings climbed. People began to talk of his nobility. Forgiveness, they said, was a rare quality in leadership. Duke’s prospects f

  • In The Hands of Dominic   76

    Hours later, the entire country was abuzz. A breaking news clip with several variations was trending across every media platform. Phones chimed with notifications. Screens in salons, cafés, and offices glowed with the same footage.Jane stood outside the gate of her father’s house, surrounded by a sea of flashing cameras and muffled murmurs from reporters. Her face was bare, her eyes red-rimmed but determined. She held the mic tightly, as if drawing courage from its weight.“This is an apology to Duke Anderson and his family. This is also an apology to Prime Minister George James and his family. I am sorry for my utterances. It was a prank that went too far. I didn’t mean to say those things. I had no right. Everything was fake. I know nothing of a contract. I hope he can forgive me. I hope everyone can forgive me, but I am prepared to accept responsibility for my actions. I also apologize to my family for all this. Once again, I am sorry.”Her voice trembled as she spoke, but her wor

  • In The Hands of Dominic   75

    Jane seemed to be expecting Dominic’s call. She answered before the second ring.“Wow,” she said, her voice light, almost amused. “Everyone seems to want to talk to me. And by everyone, I mean your friend Mike—and of course, you.”“You believe this is a game, right?”“I’m not playing a game, Dominic.”“Then what is this?”“Love.”“Love?” he echoed, unable to believer her delusion.“You are worth fighting for. I can make this all go away with a public apology—but only if you promise to come back to me. We can start all over.”Dominic fell silent. She mistook the pause for hope, or worse, acceptance.“I knew you’d be reasonable,” she said gently. “You’ve always been reasonable, love.”He inhaled deeply, trying to calm the slow-burning anger rising in his chest. It helped—a little.“Jane.”“Yes, sweetheart?”“Where are you?”“At home,” she replied. “You have the address. I’m sure the separation didn’t make you forget.”“How could I?” Dominic said evenly.“Great.”“I’m on my way.”“To talk

  • In The Hands of Dominic   74

    Dominic shook hands with his associates inside his new boardroom, the walls still bare, wires exposed, and paint buckets tucked in corners. The long glass table gleamed beneath the overhead lights, even though the room around it still smelled faintly of plaster and fresh paint.He was glad the meeting was over. One by one, they filed out, murmuring quick goodbyes, their footsteps echoing down the hallway.Outside the boardroom, the entire building buzzed with motion—engineers in hard hats, designers measuring walls, delivery people hauling in furniture and cables. But Dominic’s mind wasn’t there.One of the engineers stayed behind to brief him on progress—logistics, electrical plans, a minor plumbing reroute—but his words washed over Dominic like static. Something was off. The silence at home, the unfinished conversation with Andra... it tugged at his thoughts."Sir, I assure you. Everything will be done well.""I don't fully trust you because you said this office was ready. Just move

  • In The Hands of Dominic   73

    It was nighttime, and Dominic lay in bed with Andra nestled in his arms. The room was bathed in the soft glow of amber light from a single wall sconce. Outside, the distant hum of the city filtered through the closed windows, muffled and unobtrusive. Inside, there was only quiet and warmth.She kissed him, and he responded—claiming her lips with intensity. There was something different in the way he held her now, something primal, protective. The brewing trouble had ignited a fierce need in him to keep her safe, close. He drew her in tighter, cherishing the feel of her body in his arms.Andra's breath hitched, growing feverish with need under his touch. He loved how she responded to him, but he paused and whispered against her lips, "I would prefer you heal."She nodded, eyes dark with longing, and he simply held her for a moment longer. Then, he leaned in, voice warm against her ear."I think I know how to help you heal faster."Intrigued, she looked up at him, but he didn’t say more.

  • In The Hands of Dominic   72

    The recording studio was quiet—almost sacred in its silence. Thick soundproof walls hugged the room, absorbing every stray noise, while the faint hum of high-end recording equipment gave the space a subtle, ambient buzz. LED strips glowed soft amber along the edges of the ceiling, casting a warm light over sleek consoles, monitors, and a glass-paneled vocal booth beyond.On the artist’s lounge side, a deep velvet couch sat tucked beneath acoustic foam panels shaped like art. The room smelled faintly of cinnamon and cedar—Molly’s signature tea steaming in a ceramic mug beside her.She sat cross-legged on the couch, effortlessly stylish in an oversized graphic tee and studio joggers. Her free hand rested on Andra’s, fingers gently curled around hers. Andra looked out through the soundproof glass toward the booth, then down at their interlaced hands.“He was gentle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the mics might still be live. “It wasn’t what I expected. No pain, no we

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