Chapter 6 - A New Dawn
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the East Wing suite, painting the luxurious bedroom in warm, golden hues that washed away the lingering nightmares of the stormy night before.
When I woke up on the velvet sofa where I had finally drifted off to sleep, a heavy cashmere blanket was draped carefully over my shoulders. Across the room, Leo was sitting up in bed, happily eating a stack of blueberry pancakes while watching cartoons on a massive wall-mounted television.
"Morning, Willa!" Leo chirped around a mouthful of syrup.
"Good morning, buddy," I smiled, stretching my stiff muscles and sitting up. "How's the leg?"
"It only hurts when I wiggle my toes," he announced proudly.
The door opened silently, and Dominic walked in. He had showered and changed into a fresh charcoal-gray suit, looking impossibly sharp and composed. He carried a fresh cup of black coffee in one hand and a thick manila folder in the other.
"Sleep well?" Dominic asked, handing the coffee to me.
"Better than I have in years," I admitted, taking a grateful sip of the rich, dark roast. "Though sleeping in a multi-million-dollar mansion probably has something to do with it."
Dominic chuckled, pulling up a chair near the bed. "Mason is downstairs wrapping up the final police reports. Because of our... friends in the department, the Moretti raid is officially being classified as a rival gang shootout on the docks. The Vance name remains untouched, and Leo’s name won't ever touch a public record."
"And the diner?" I asked, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. "My rent? My job?"
Dominic opened the manila folder, sliding a crisp, official-looking document across the table toward me. "Your lease on the Garfield Park apartment has been terminated. All back rent, penalties, and future payments for the next five years have been settled in full by my legal team."
I picked up the paper, my jaw dropping. "Dominic, you didn't have to—"
"As for your job at Sal’s Diner," he continued smoothly, ignoring my protest, "Sal was informed this morning that you are retiring from the restaurant industry immediately. In exchange, I purchased the entire block including the diner, and my foundation is currently funding a complete renovation of the neighborhood youth center next door. I need a director to oversee the community outreach programs. Starting salary is two hundred thousand a year."
I stared at him, absolutely speechless. "You... you bought my diner? And you're giving me a two-hundred-thousand-dollar job?"
"You saved my son's life, Willa," Dominic said, his gray eyes locking onto mine with absolute seriousness. "You risked your life in a freezing alleyway for a child you didn't know. Money is the easiest thing I have to give. But I want you here. Not just as a director, and not just out of gratitude."
My heart did a violent flip in my chest. "Dominic... what are you saying?"
Before he could answer, the door swung open, and Mason rushed in, holding a secure satellite phone.
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"Boss, we have an emergency," Mason announced, his face pale. "The federal prosecutor heading the organized crime task force just issued a subpoena for your personal financial records regarding the South Yards property. They found a witness who claims you were at the warehouse last night."
The room went stone cold. The fragile peace we had built over the last few hours shattered instantly.
