Dominic stared at the little sheath of printed papers that had been dropped on his desk for the longest time without moving or touching them.
He did, however, spend a moment internally chastising himself.
When his top lieutenant – his Beta – Marcus Temple, opened his mouth to speak, Dominic held up a hand to pause him. The tall, angular man pursed his lips, put his hands in his suit pockets and remained silent. Temple was the nuts-and-bolts to Dominic’s fierce emotional swings and the compass by which the operation guided itself. Fiercely loyal, Marcus was comfortable letting Dominic handle the show, but he was cunning and meticulous where his boss could sometimes leap before looking first.