Aria
“Mr. Stasevich.” Somehow someway I manage to keep my voice steady through my internal panic. He shouldn’t be here, right? Just another curiosity on this uncomfortable night. “I can assume we have you to thank for this speedy delivery.”
“I see my reputation proceeds me.”
“It would be foolish in my line of work to not know the leaders of the industry would it not?”
“Indeed, Ms. Brown. Which is why I’m a bit concerned that there doesn’t seem to be a soul in our industry that knows you or your employer.”
I chuckle under my breath, my eyes locked in a heated stair with The Russian Mob boss standing before me. “I’m confident Mr. Popov extended our well-paid privacy agreement.”
Popov beams across the room to Stasevich,
