Morning sunlight filtered softly through the massive glass windows of Domonic's mansion, casting warm reflection across the polished kitchen floors and marble counters.Vivian stood near the stove in one of Dominic's oversized shirts, her hair loosely tied behind her while the lovely scent of breakfast gradually filed the luxurious space around her. A pan sizzled quietly nearby while coffee brewed behind her, its rich aroma blending quite naturally into the calm morning atmosphere.Vivian was gradually beginning to smile without forcing it, and her mind drifted naturally toward the previous weekend.Dominic had practically spent all of Saturday driving her across New York in the luxurious Ferrari. He took her through Manhattan's busiest luxury district, through quiet upper-class neighbourhoods overlooking the river, through art-lined streets in Brooklyn, rooftop lounges in Midtown, and even quieter waterfront spots she never even knew existed.He had shown her the city the way wealthy

Dominic stepped out of his bedroom fully dressed in a charcoal-grey suit that fit his frame nicely. His wristwatch gleamed faintly beneath the light spilling through the hallway windows while the scent of his cologne followed him subtly as he walked downstairs.The moment he entered the dining room, he stopped briefly. The table before him was filled with food.Scrambled eggs, toasted bread, sausages, pancakes, some fruits and freshly squeezed juice elegantly arranged across the polished surface with enough care to make the luxurious room suddenly feel less like an empty billionaire's mansion and more like a home.Dominic stared at it for a brief second before laughing softly beneath his breath."Good Lord," he muttered. "Now this is one hell of a temptation that I love."For a moment, he genuinely considered cancelling his entire schedule for the day, pulling of his fancy suit jacket and spending the morning beside Vivian and her meal instead.The aroma of what was before him was jus

Vincent stared at his father with visible irritation as the applause continued across the large office.Christopher had kept clapping slowly from behind the desk, the sound sharp and highly mocking against the heavy silence of the room."Well said, my boy," he repeated with exaggerated admiration. "You're very intelligent and strategic, do you know that?"Vincent's jaw tightened."And why are you clapping, father?" he said carefully.Christopher ignored the question completely and kept on clapping with amusement dancing in his wrinkled eyes.Vincent frowned even deeper. "I asked a question, father."Still the clapping continued.A dangerous embarrassment slowly crept into Vincent's expression. The mockery had gotten to it's height now, and he couldn't hate it more."Alright father," he muttered sharply. "Enough of it already!"Christopher laughed. It was dark and jagged from deep inside him, the kind that carried years of cruelty behind it.Vincent's face hardened even further.Then f

Dominic studied Derrick carefully for a few seconds. He could note that the distant look in Derrick's eyes and the way his shoulders briefly stiffened before he forced himself upright again."You sure you're alright?" Dominic asked once more, his voice calmer now.Derrick exhaled through his nose and folded his arms tightly across his chest before giving the shortest nod."I'm good," he muttered. "Just a bit tired I guess."Dominic didn't believe that, but he let it pass for the moment. Instead, he turned back toward the massive digital screen glowing across the wall.The red-highlighted branch boldly bearing the Maguire name still blinked steadily like an open wound."We need to know what exactly they're planning," Dominic said quietly.Derrick leaned back against the desk again, even as his expression remained distracted. "And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"Dominic went silent. His fingers moved absently against his jaw while his mind worked through a lot of possibilities.

The front door clicked shut behind Dominic as he stepped into his living room.Almost immediarly, he caught the scent. Something quite rich and savory drifted through the living room air, warm spices mixing with butter and fresh herbs in a way that instantly softened the exhaustion sitting across his shoulders after the long day at Blacksite Ops.A smile tugged at his lips before he even realized it."Well," he muttered beneath his breath while loosening his tie slightly, "that smells really tempting."The aroma guided him naturally toward the kitchen. By the time he stepped into the wide space, Vivian stood near the marble counters chopping vegetables with concentration while a pot simmered steadily nearby.Steam curled softly upward beneath the golden kitchen lights, and strands of hair had escaped loosely around her face from the heat.She stopped chopping and looked up the moment she sensed his presence."Now that's my favorite billionaire," she said warmly as she fully turned to