Chapter 32

• •Dominic•
• "Are you certain that deluded bitch, Natalie Martel, had absolutely nothing to do with this scandal?" Teodoro asked me for the hundredth time, irritation and suspicion lacing his whiskey-soaked voice. "I have this strong gut feeling she had a diabolical grin on her face behind whatever goddamn gadget she used to ruin my reputation."
• I took a rather light sigh compared to the heavy ones I'd released all day long, continuing down the long hallway with my father.