He nods, agreeing. “Spoken like a true warrior.”
I touch my heart and bow my head. “I’ll sign the documents and get them back to you before lunchtime.”
“Good. Have you thought more about who you’ll be choosing as your subordinates?”
“No.” I need more time. I’m using today for that reason. We have a board meeting before lunch. My brothers will all be there. It will be the first time we’ll see each other since the blowup on Saturday. I’ll take the opportunity to assess them a little more.
“That’s fine. I just wanted to know.”
“Have my brothers asked you anything?” I can just imagine the stress he’s had to deal with from everyone else.
“Of course they have. But they will have to wait.”
“Yeah.” Right now, I wouldn’t know who to start with, and I’m not interested enough either.
“Alright, I got to run. I have a few calls to make before the meeting. Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Of course.”
When he leaves, I relax my shoulders and stare at the documents. There are fifteen of them, one for each asset that belonged to my father. I need to read through them thoroughly before signing.
I hate paperwork but this is something I’ll gladly review. I want to make sure no one can try to screw with me because of some obscure term or shit.
But I need some more coffee first. Something strong like a triple espresso to keep me going for the next few hours.
Straightening up, I head out to the break room. Each floor has its own break room equipped with soft black leather sofas, a good view of the Boston skyline, and good coffee.
Not even a minute passes after I grab my cup that I hear footsteps behind me.
When I turn around, I find myself staring at Viktor. In his crisp black Armani suit it’s he who looks the part of the esteemed CEO.
I’m dressed the part too, but the bulk of muscle on my shoulders makes me look more like someone’s bodyguard—hisbodyguard.
I suppose this is the talk he’s been waiting to have with me since Saturday.
He still looks like he wants to fight me. If that’s the case, I’m still game and hestillwon’t win. I was trained to kill when I fight, regardless of who my opponent is. So I’d have no problem ending this guy.
“Enjoying your new position?” Viktor’s tone is infused with sarcasm.
“Yes, thank you for asking.”
He shakes his head at me. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“What do you want?” I don’t have time for this shit. I have things to do and he’s the last person I want to speak to.
“I want to talk to you about Anastasia.”
“Why?” A spark of annoyance pulls at my insides but I tamp it down.
“Really?” His eyes blaze. “Are you serious? It’s obvious I’d ask about her.”
“Whatdo you want to know?” I don’t give a fuck how riled up he is, or about his attempt to point out the obvious. He can’t do shit, so if he wants an answer from me, he needs to answer the fucking question I’m asking him.
“I want my girl back.”
His girl.
Hearing him call her that shouldn’t create any response in me other than the pleasure I already feel for cutting him down. But something akin to rage stirs in me.