Chapter 288

“I might be mistaken.

Hendrix quickly backpedaled, regretting he’d brought it up.

“You’re not mistaken,” Domenic said with a slight smile.

“Yes, I’m in that photo.

Tell me, Hendrix, how long have you been with me?”

Caught off guard by the question, Hendrix blurted out, “Over 10 years.

”

“Over a decade by my side, you’d recognize me instantly,” Domenic acknowledged with a nod.

Hendrix sensed a softness in Domenic today.

The usual icy stare was gone, his expression milder.

Was his boss in such a good mood for a reason?

“Thanks for all these years,” Domenic suddenly expressed, catching Hendrix’s gaze.

Hendrix’s heart skipped a beat.

Rarely had he heard Domenic speak kindly.

Surely this spelled trouble.

He probably overstepped, and now his job was on the Line!

“Boss, I… I apologize! Please, don’t let me go! I won’t tell anyone about the photo! Just give me another chance!” he pleaded.

Domenic’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“What are you rambling about?

I’m not firing you.

”

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“What? Re… Really?”

Hendrix was still shaken, but when he snuck a look at Domenic, his boss didn’t look mad.

“I’m serious.

” Something clicked in Domenic’s head, and a slight grin touched his lips.

His gaze, lit by the gentle sunlight streaming through the window behind Hendrix, seemed to soften.

“You know, twelve years back, I was just sixteen.

”

“Right.

” Domenic’s reminiscing pulled Hendrix back to those old days.

“The first time we met, I was the kid who got tossed into the sea and you were there, pulling me out.

You didn’t just save me, you gave me a home.

I’ve been by your side ever since.

”

To Hendrix, Domenic was more than a boss.

He was a hero.

Back then, a sixteen-year-old Domenic had single-handedly fought off a bunch of older guys to rescue Hendrix.

Domenic was a force to be reckoned with, his presence alone was intimidating, and when he dealt with those thugs, his eyes were void of pity.

Hendrix saw him as a gangster, only to find out later that Domenic was the heir to a financial empire, the Walsh family, rulers of one of Morcastle’s most influential families.

Hendrix could never forget their second encounter, when Domenic had told him, “I saved you, and now you owe me.

You’re gonna stick by me and pay me back with undying loyalty, got it?”

Without hesitation, Hendrix had agreed, “Absolutely, sir.

I’d rather meet a terrible end than ever cross you.

”

Remembering those times seemed to bring a smile to both their faces.

“Hendrix.

Domenic’s commanding tone snapped Hendrix back to the present.

“My uncles are getting antsy.

Put together some peace offerings for them.

And make sure they don’t step out of line.

”

“Understood.

I’ll take care of it now.

” A shadow fell over Hendrix’s face.

“And leave the Twitter drama to me.

I’ve got a plan.

” With that, Domenic returned to his paperwork.