“Two rules,” he explains. His eyes soften and his mouth relaxes just a little.“If someone bad comes for you, aim the pointy end at them.”
“And the second rule?” I sass back.
“Don’t stab yourself.” As we reach the ground floor and he steps throughthe opening doors, I swear I hear him add under his breath, “And for thelove of God, don’t stab me, either.”
“All hail the head of Mr. Egorov’s Personal Management team!”
“Will you keep your voice down?” I hiss.
Syrah finishes her curtsy and blinks innocently as she hands me a cup oficed tea. “Why bother? Everyone already knows.”
She shrugs. “Office gossip. Word gets around fast.”
I groan and drown my frustration in peach iced tea. “This tea is the onlything that’s gone right for me t
