A Dom's Perspective

Prologue

"Yes sir, I understand, I will try to find a time we can meet, and I will give you a call back when I can," I say into the phone in my extra nice and respectful voice.

I cannot stand this job sometimes. I never got to choose how my future would be. My father always told me I was born to run the London Times. I guess you could call him a father, but he was never a dad. He lived and breathed this place, it was all he did. It almost didn't know me, and I didn't know him either. Granted, he taught me everything I needed to know about the company, but that was all. That was the only conversation he would hold with me. At least until the day I got the call from the hospital about his heart attack, then we couldn't talk at all. I was only 22 at the time. The memory makes me grimace at the thought.

"Of course, I will hear from you soon," I barely hear in my ear once I come back to reality.

"Okay, talk to you then, bye".

This is my life. Come to work, do work, come home, eat drink then go to sleep. Then wake up and do it all again. Nothing different. All the same. I sit back into my chair and rake my fingers through my hair, thinking about all of the other ways my life could have been different. I could have actually pursued my dream of singing. But, this is my life.

I was taken out of my daze by a knock on the door. My mate Niall walks in the door. I noticed he had been styling his hair a little different lately.

"Ay, our newest member has just gotten here, want me to send her in?" He asks as he takes a quick glance around the room.

"Yeah, go ahead and send her in," I say absentmindedly as I reorganize my desk a little neater. He walks out of the room and I hear a small click, and know that the door shut. No more then thirty seconds later the door reopens and what I see I will never forget.

(AN) I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKE IT. Cant wait to continue the story!