CHAPTER 5
Ares
"Would you like us to call you Mr. Koslov or sir?" The man that worked as Charlie's secretary asked.
There was one long beige wooden desk in front of the office with two chairs, two computers, and two phone lines. He was looking directly while he asked me, while she avoided all contact. She had her eyes down on the ground and even though there was a small thrill surging inside me from her fear, I hated it. It's not like I wanted her to fear me or look me in the eyes or speak to me, but seeing her so feeble and avoidant was irritating me in ways it shouldn't have.
"Mr. Koslov," I answered him.
"Of course," He nodded his head and I saw her play with her fingers nervously.
My eyes left the hateful woman of my dreams and I turned to him. "What's your name?"
"Mick." He ans
