Chapter 30 A Slip Of The Tongue

• Dominic’s POV
• The gentle drone of the city trickled through the bulletproof glass of my office, the golden lights of Rome winking against the skyline. And even though distant, the Colosseum shone in the sun’s rays. The cold, abandoned cup of espresso on my desk was forcibly emitting its scent into the air, and I rocked back in my chair, fingers grooving a ritual beat on the polished wood.
• The numbers on the contract in front of me blurred. Tonight, I didn’t feel like doing business. Not when something else heavier hung on my mind.