Dominic Mitchell stared at the phone long after his assistant stopped speaking.
Toronto.
The word seemed impossible.
Lauren had gone to another country without telling him goodbye.
Not to her parents’ house.
Not to a hotel across town.
Not somewhere he could drive after work and expect her to answer the door.
She had taken the life they’d built together and carried what remained of it hundreds of miles away.
“Sir?” his assistant, Daniel Foster, asked.
Dominic swallowed.
“Which hotel is she staying at?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Find out.”
There was a hesitation.
“Mr. Mitchell, Mrs. Mitchell has asked that her private arrangements not be disclosed. We only know about Toronto because of the work relocation information she’d previously shared with your office.”
Dominic closed his eyes.
He could negotiate contracts worth millions.
He could persuade stubborn investors to reconsider.
He could walk into a room full of hostile
