Chapter 37

Dominic waited until Mirabelle Vance disappeared down the street before heading back in, the laundry bag dangling from his arm. At the front desk, one of the reception girls stopped him. ‘Dom, who was that just now?’ She was trying to play it casual, but he could see the regret all over her face. She’d clearly clocked Mirabelle as some nobody earlier and now wanted a do-over. ‘She didn’t give her name. Is she really here to see the big boss? How come she doesn’t have an appointment? I thought—’ ‘Stop asking so many questions,’ Dominic said, barely slowing down. ‘Next time she shows up, don’t make her wait. Let her through straightaway. Got it?’ The girl swallowed. ‘Y-yeah. Got it.’ Dominic hit the lift and rode up to the sixty-eighth floor, where the C-suite had their offices. His boss was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to him. Dominic wasn’t sure if he was watching the skyline or tracking Mirabelle’s movement. He placed the laundry bag on a nearby coffee table. ‘Bo