DOMINIC
"What do we do, boss?"
I stared at the result of Richard's investigation—finally able to after a long week spent setting things right with Harper.
I had played countless scenarios in my head, imagining all sorts of possibilities about who her father might be. But not once—not even for a second—had I considered this.
Not this.
"Are you going to tell her?" Richard asked.
I looked up at him. He was sitting on the edge of his desk, arms folded across his chest.
Then my gaze shifted to William, who sat quietly on the couch. I had almost forgotten he was in the room. He knew everything—I kept him informed after Richard. The two of them were the only ones I trusted with this. The only ones who truly understood what was going on beneath the surface.
They knew what Harper and I had wasn't supposed to be real. And yet Richard kept pushing, insisting it could be if I let it.
I scoffed, shoving the folder aside. My fingers curled tightly in front of me.
This changed everything.
