Whyte Mansion
The steady buzz of Dominic's phone dragged him out of his sleep.
Opening his eyes, his eyes unfocused. For a few seconds, he remained motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him.
The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting faint golden streaks across the luxurious bedroom.
Yet despite the comfortable surroundings, there was nothing peaceful about his state of mind. He had not truly slept.
All through the night, Dominic had sat before his laptop, reviewing files, financial records, archived reports, and every single piece of information he could obtain regarding the Whyte family.
Everything about his mother, his father and even the Whyte Group. But more surprising was the fact that the more he investigated, the more uneasy he became.
For years he had accepted many things as truth simply because they had been repeated often enough.
