Chapter 27 - Nick.
I leaned back slightly in the armchair, holding my glass loosely in my hand. Paul was speaking enthusiastically, presenting his ideas to me and the other two businessmen sitting around the table, while Alan supported him. I nodded from time to time, asked a brief question or made a short comment, but in reality my mind was elsewhere. My gaze wandered indifferently around the space... until it fixed on her again. Irina. She was standing by the bar, with that cold posture of hers, the white outfit hugging every curve of her body. The slit in her skirt revealed her leg whenever she shifted slightly, and she didn't even seem to think about it—as if her beauty were simply a given. The top embraced her chest, the golden tones of her jewelry played with the lights of the yacht, and her hair fel
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