Chapter 4 - THE MAN BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR
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Dominic had never been good at waiting.
He could wait for a rival to make a mistake. He could wait through a negotiation that lasted twelve hours. He could sit perfectly still while a room full of men argued themselves into revealing what they were afraid of.
But waiting for Clara to decide whether she wanted to speak to him felt like standing outside a burning building with his hands tied.
He kept those feelings to himself.
On the third morning after the gala, Matteo arrived at Dominic's office carrying a thin folder.
“We reviewed the access logs and maintenance requests,” he said. “The camera outage was authorized under Vincent's account. The warehouse entry system also shows a temporary credential issued that afternoon.”
“To whom?”
“The credential was created through a contractor's account. We haven't confirmed the person who used it.”
Dominic opened the folder.
A payment to the contractor had been approved shortly before the warehouse incident. The invoice described a routine equipment inspection, but the amount was almost four times the usual fee.
“Could Vincent have authorized it for legitimate reasons?”
“Yes.”
“Could someone have used his credentials without his knowledge?”
“Also yes.”
Dominic closed the folder.
“Then we don't accuse anyone until we know.”
Matteo nodded, though his expression suggested that patience was not his preferred approach either.
“There is another issue. Vincent has been calling members of the acquisition team. He's telling them the deal must close before the end of the month.”
“Why?”
“He says the seller is threatening to walk away.”
Dominic looked at the papers again.
The property had seemed straightforward when he first reviewed it: a redevelopment project near the water, a partnership with a charitable foundation, and a chance to move part of his legitimate business into a new market.
But his late father had once warned him about the people who presented urgent deals as opportunities.
When someone won't let you examine the fine print, ask what they're afraid you'll find.
Dominic called his attorney, Daniel Mercer.
“Commission an independent review of the acquisition,” he said. “Separate the financial investigation from our internal team. Preserve every communication. Nobody destroys or alters a record.”
“And Vincent?”
“Don't confront him yet.”
Daniel paused. “This may be bigger than the property.”
“I know.”
After the call, Dominic looked at the photograph on his desk. It showed him and Clara on their wedding day, standing beneath a canopy of white flowers. She was laughing at something he had whispered. He remembered how freely she'd once reached for his hand.
He had mistaken her willingness to trust him for proof that she always would.
He had built rules around his world and expected her to live inside them. He had called it protection when he withheld information. He had called it love when he decided what she could handle.
And when she began to retreat, he called it distance.
The truth was uglier.
He had been so concerned with controlling the danger around her that he had never asked whether he was becoming part of the danger himself.
His phone rang.
Clara's name appeared on the screen.
He answered without greeting her too quickly.
“Hello?”
“I need to arrange a time to collect some things from the house,” she said.
“Of course. You can choose the time. I'll make sure the house is empty.”
“I don't need you to leave because you're ashamed.”
“I'm not asking you to protect my feelings.”
There was a pause.
“I'd prefer Rebecca to be there,” Clara said. “And I'd like the housekeeper present. No security men following me around.”
“I'll tell them exactly that.”
“And Dominic?”
“Yes?”
“Don't turn this into a grand gesture.”
He almost smiled, though there was no humor in it.
“I'll try not to.”
“You always say that when you think you're about to do something grand.”
“I'll do nothing, then.”
“That would be a start.”
The line went quiet. He could hear traffic on her end, the ordinary sounds of a city that continued moving while his life changed.
“Are you in pain?” he asked.
“Sometimes.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I know.”
It wasn't forgiveness. It wasn't reassurance.
But she hadn't hung up.
When the call ended, Dominic remained seated for several minutes.
Then he walked to the window and watched the sun break through the clouds.
He had spent years believing strength meant having the last word.
Now he was learning that sometimes strength meant allowing someone else to have the next one.
He would investigate the warehouse. He would uncover the truth about the deal. He would deal with Vincent if the evidence justified it.
But none of those things would earn Clara's return.
If she came back, it would have to be because she wanted to.
May you like
For the first time in his life, Dominic Falcone understood that there were some doors he could not open by force.
He could only wait outside them and hope the person within felt safe enough to turn the handle.
