I got out of the van with my men following suit. I gave Artem a nod as a sign of gratitude for opening the door for me. I adjusted my jacket while I watched Christopher get out of his sports car. Behind him, his right-hand man exits with two more of his men. The latter two remained outside the van, feigning indifference as they observed the entire perimeter.
The truth is, they are anything but indifferent. They are ensuring that their boss is not in danger. And that their boss's boss is safe.
Christopher hands his car key to the valet with a slight smile that could undoubtedly bring the guy to his knees if he were gay.
I find it impossible not to squint as I watched him approach me. He's coming over happily, there's no doubt about it, because surely his VIP mistress pleased him in every
