The next day, Dominique was in Dominic's room, almost as if she had overheard Matthew and Dominic's conversation the previous day. Their relationship had always been complex, a volatile mix of love and hate. The twin bond they shared was both a source of strength and a constant tug-of-war, filled with unspoken tensions and mutual respect.
Dominic looked up from his desk as Dominique entered. Her eyes scanned the room before settling on him.
"Dom, I heard you love my creation so much," she said.
Dominic leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "I think it's a really good drug and I want to make as much as we can."
Dominique nodded, taking a seat across from him. "One thing, though—you've never been this enthusiastic when dealing with my business. You usually take weeks to get back to me, if not months."
Dominic raised an eyebrow. "So?"
