WESLEY
What started as a simple way to kill the awkward silence between us had turned into something else. Natalia sat across from me, her glass of wine almost empty again. I sipped my whiskey slowly, but it was going down far too easily tonight.
At first, our talk was stiff. We spoke about the campaign, the weather, and safe things like that. But the alcohol worked its magic. Slowly, the walls between us started to crack. Natalia laughed at one of my dry jokes, and I found myself smiling back.
“You know,” she said, swirling the wine in her glass, “I hate losing control. I really, really hate it.”
Her voice was softer now, and a little slurred.
"That’s why I always tried so hard with Robert. I thought if I pushed him enough, I could turn him into a strong businessman, someone relia
