Dominic pov

The paper sat on my desk like a time bomb, silent but demanding attention. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the sealed manila envelope Mason had delivered just a little while before. The air in my office was cold despite the afternoon sun pouring through the high windows. I should have opened it by now. I should have been eager to flip through the pages, seize the leverage, and plan my next move. But something in the ease with which Mason relinquished it ...