Diane. The day dragged on like a slow-bleeding wound. Celine didn't press me. We talked about every other thing but that. Every time I looked at the clock, the hands seemed to move backward. My mind was a mess of numbers, budgets, and the image of Dom walking out of my office with that box under his arm. When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, I marched out of the building. I was ready for a fight; I wanted my property back. But as I reached the car, Dom was already there, holding the door open. He looked perfectly calm, as if he hadn't spent the afternoon holding my dignity hostage. "I need my stuff, Dom," I said, my voice low and sharp. "Now." He didn't even blink. He turned his head toward Freda, who was standing a few feet away with a stack of files. "Freda," he called out. "Are you waiting for the other driver? I heard he was sent on an errand across the pack lands." Freda looked up, surprised. "Oh, yes. I might be here for a while." Dom looked at me, a tiny,
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