"I want charity houses in Australia to increase. The non-taxable charitable contributions to local charities should go up by thirty-five percent. And start the two new institutes for destitute children," Dominic's voice was calm, and collected, as he spoke into his phone. He gave out his orders, and nothing in his tone betrayed the storm boiling under his skin.
The door clicked open. He didn't look up, but he already knew who it was from the silence that followed. Also, just one person has had the door unlock now. After what happened.
Ronan walked in proudly, his eyes scanning the office space.
"I heard about yesterday," he said flatly, as his roaming eyes landed on Dominic's face, and scanned him too. "Are you okay?"
Dominic finally raised his gaze from the papers on his desk. His jaw was tight. His gaze was cold, and unreadable, when his stare met Ronan's without blinking.
"How did you know about me?"
