Sebastian's POV
I was hunched over the mahogany desk in my home office when Dominic stepped through the doorway, clutching a thick manila folder against his chest. His expression carried an unusual mixture of satisfaction and restless energy that immediately caught my attention. We had arrived in Oakwood Valley just two days ago, but the weight of neglected business matters was already pressing down on me like a vice. The chaos with Bianca and her systematic attacks had consumed weeks of my focus, and now every instinct screamed that it was time to reclaim control.
"What's the damage?" I asked, gesturing toward the leather chair positioned across from my workspace.
Dominic dropped into the seat with practiced ease, spreading the folder's contents across the polished surface between us. Papers fanned out in organized chaos, each document representing a different aspect of the empire I had temporarily abandoned.
