Gia's POV
It felt like the morning refused to arrive.
I woke up wrapped in Dominic's arms, our legs tangled under the sheets. The air was soft, filtered through fluttering curtains, carrying birdsong and that distant hum of peace Abuja was made of. It felt like a dream we hadn't deserved, but needed all the same. A breath between storms.
Then his phone buzzed.
The sound was sharp. Final. Like a pin popping the fragile bubble we'd been living in. Dominic groaned and reached for it, eyes narrowing the moment he read the screen.
"What is it?" I asked, already sitting up, heart tightening.
He rubbed a hand down his face, tension settling into his shoulders like armor.
"Emergency at the office. Jeremy's been trying to reach me all morning. Our main factory blew up."
The words slammed into me like a slap.
"Oh my God. Is everyone okay?" I asked, scrambling to get out of bed.
"I don't know yet. Jeremy's still trying to get a full report. We have to go."
