Chapter 9

Domingo’s black Acura car drove right into the company’s parking lot slowly but came to a halt. Something was wrong. “There’s a car in your spot, sir,” the chauffeur said, raising his eyes to the rearview mirror to take a look at Domingo who was arranging some files at the backseat. Domingo looked up, annoyed. “Whose car is that?” He stretched his neck to see the car. “I don’t know. And there’s someone inside.” “Should I get down and talk with the person?” The chauffeur asked politely. “I’ll handle it.” Domingo opened the door and stepped out, straightening his suit. As he walked toward the car, the driver’s door opened. Nina stepped out. She leaned against the car casually, a smile playing on her lips. She gently removed her sunglasses. “What are you doing here?” Domingo asked, his voice sharp. “What’s the meaning of this?” He pointed at her car. She shrugged, that same smile still on her face. “Santiago called me last night. He apologized for saying we should stop fucking.” Her smile