The phone buzzed and Dominique snatched it up. "Did you find her?" She said to the man on the other line, one of Dontaâ€™s suits, then listened for a moment. "Good. Done."<br/><br/>She stood and walked from her music room and into the hallway. "Ella!" she yelled. A short, thin woman rushed up the staircase. "Yes ma'am?" she huffed.<br/><br/>"Prepare the first guest room, and get dinner on the table" Dominique told her. Ella bobbed her head and walked swiftly away. Dominique opened the phone again and punched in Donta's doctor's number.<br/><br/>"Hans? Yes. I need you at the house. Now. No, itâ€™s not The Don. Heâ€™s fine. Yes, now. Good." She snapped it shut, and slipped down the staircase and into the foyer to wait for the good doctor. A few minutes later the bell rang, and butler opened it to a rather flustered looking Hans.<br/><br/>"Doc," Dominique said to him. He murmured a greeting in reply as she led him into the library to wait for The Don and Karma.  When Ella bustled in and told them The Don had arrived, Hans dashed up to the guest room to see his patient.  â€œThe Don wants to see you in the dining room, maâ€™am.â€ Ella told her once Hans had left.<br/><br/>Dominique swept out of the library and into the dining room, where servants had set the table, and her husband waited. Her<span style="font-style: italic">late</span>husband. She raised an eyebrow at him, then allowed herself a smile. â€œEvening dear.â€ Then, far more gravely: â€œHow is she? And who was the bastard that did it?â€