I change direction and stride to my office. The door is locked. In my anger, it takes a minute to get it open. Which doesn’t exactly improve my mood.
“Is anyone gonna tell me what happened?” Yulian stage-whispers to Lev.
Wisely, Lev doesn’t answer. The three of us walk in and Lev closes the door behind us.
I ignore my desk and go straight for the armchair by the fire. It’s the only piece of furniture of my father’s that I kept. It reminds me of him—in that it’s a massive f*****g pain in my ass. I sit down in it and raise my eyes to face Yulian and Lev.
I growl my explanation in one word. “Rodion.”
“f**k. What did he do now?” Lev asks.
“He’s being passive aggressive as f**k, that’s what he’s doing,” I snap. “He’s pulling his capital on The Black Cat.”
Yulian frowns. “So we’re losing
