The shuttle sound of my blinds when I pull them down. The way I slam the last file that needed my signature, my last sip of my coffee, and the small buzz my laptop makes when I shut it down, so I can get ready to leave for Moscow. Don't get the wrong idea; it's been long since I've been there, and it has really great views and sites. I'm only curious to see how it looks like now, not because of the insanely handsome man who has a gift waiting for me in Moscow. As much as I would love to deny it, it's the truth. The promised gift has been the only thing on my mind since I woke up, which was exactly at 12 in the freaking morning.
I'll be spending a week over there to talk about business. I'd like an overview of businesses where I could invest and open a branch for my sole business. There is
