Only when we were outside that house did I finally exhale in relief. How lucky I had been that everything had ended well. And that no one had touched me.
"I hate you," I hissed angrily at Vladimir as we approached the car. "I almost went gray while I was in the same room with that bulldog!"
"He didn't so much as touch you," the man replied, opening the door for me.
Unlike me, he seemed to be in a good mood. Well, of course! He had pulled off such a trick and secured a profitable percentage.
"What difference does it make?" I protested. "It's about what I felt in that moment! And for the entire evening too."
"Send me your number," he said, scrolling through something on his phone, ignoring my words. "Where should I send the advance?"
"Don't you care at all about what I'm saying?" I gro
