Elena’s POV.
After I left Viktor’s room. My mind was still turning over everything he had said. Thirty-three years old and the Head of Department has multiple businesses and partially owning the country. The more I thought about it, the smaller I felt inside these walls.
No matter where I went, their influence was already there waiting for me.
I needed something cold. I walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, my bare feet silent against the floor. The crop top I was wearing sat high on my stomach, and the short bum shorts barely covered what they needed to. I hadn’t thought much about the outfit when I put it on earlier. Now, walking through the large, empty corridors, I felt slightly exposed but honestly i cared less about it.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped.
Nikolai
