Damage Control

DOMINIC

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I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my sprawling office, letting a heavy, suffocating silence hang over the executive suite.

Sloane Mercer slid a thick envelope across the polished mahogany surface. My campaign manager wore a sharp navy suit and an expression that translated to only one thing. I was currently losing.

She clasped her manicured hands together, her voice dropp