A few days later, Dmitry sat in his office, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wooden desk. His phone rang, and he snatched it up without even glancing at the caller ID. "What is it?" he growled.
His man, Victor, cleared his throat nervously. "Sir, we've checked every lead. Abeni's father seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. We're running out of options."
Dmitry's expression darkened. "Fine. Keep looking. I want him found, understood!"
He slammed the phone down, anger coursing through his veins. Abeni's father disappearing was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he owed Dmitry a lot of money. But on the other hand, he could finally pay Abeni a visit.
Abeni was at the bakery working, as always, diligently and attentively. The smell of freshly baked bread and
