Chapter 60: Dominic Valenti's anger.

Dominic leaned back in his leather chair, tapping the pen against the last form he’d just signed.

His palms tingled with business as usual—the steady inhale and one which carried power in every breath.

His secretary, clipped and efficient, shifted a stack toward him.

“Sir, your accounts already reflect Miss Sterling’s purchases.” She set a tablet beside his desk and swiped. A list of transactions