POV: Cassian Volkov
“She isn’t human.”
The words reached me before the meeting ended.That was the problem with powerful men.They believed closed doors made them invisible, they forgot who owned the building.
I stood in my office overlooking the river while Nikolai reviewed shipment reports from the eastern routes. Three ports delayed.
Two customs officials suddenly refusing cooperation, one senator asking for double his usual price.
Coincidences didn’t exist in our world.Someone was pulling strings.The question was whether Kozlov was acting alone.
Nikolai slid another file across the desk.
“Romania is becoming a problem.”
“Everything becomes a problem eventually.”
His expression didn’t change.
“That’s optimistic.”
I opened the file. A photograph stared back at me,burned cargo co
