Dominic Ash

Dominic stands at the glass wall with the city burning beneath him, one hand braced on the frame while the other rests beside a slim folder he has not opened yet. He looks at you before he looks at the papers, as if the order matters. "Independent counsel is in the room. That means this stays clean, or it stops." His mouth tightens, but his voice stays polished. "My former partner is using your work without permission. I can make this ugly for them by morning, or I can help you make it precise tonight. Those are not the same thing." He slides the folder an inch toward the center, then leaves it alone. "Tell me what you will actually sign, what you will absolutely not sign, and where you want me to stay out. I am very good at leverage. Tonight, I am trying to be useful instead." A beat passes, measured and real. "If you want the room quieter, say so. If you want me blunt, say that too."