DOMINIC

“The last warehouse was transferred this morning.”

I leaned back in my chair, scanning the documents open on my laptop. “I know.”

Silas went quiet on the other end of the call. “The port contacts are being handled. The remaining accounts should be settled soon.”

“Then we’re almost done.”

“We would have been done sooner if your lawyers hadn’t challenged every fucking document we sent.”

I skimmed the figures on-screen. “That sounds like a complaint you should take up with them.”

“Let me speak to Maya.”

There it was.

He had asked on nearly every call over the past two weeks. I never answered.

I minimized the file. “Finish...