The kitchen also looks like the vegan grocery store I could never afford to shop at. The cupboards are overflowing with grass-fed snacks and sustainably-made ice cream and every healthy junk food I could ever imagine.
Douchey as he is, he nailed it.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not unforgivable.
“Did you say something, Mrs. Orlov?” Rada asks meekly.
“Paige!” I practically scream, spinning around to face Rada. Her face drops and I immediately feel like a raging b***h. “I’m sorry, Rada. Just… please call me Paige. I’m literally begging you to call me Paige.”
She sighs. I’m sure Misha gave her the exact opposite order. “Okay, Paige,” she says carefully, though she does it in a hushed voice with a look over both shoulders like her boss might be watching. “Did you need something?”
“Well, I’
