Milana
I stand nervously by Viktor’s door and I have no idea why he has called me to his office. Well, I technically do. It's probably for him to f**k me or he really wants to tell me something. I slowly knock on the door and he's quick to respond. “Come in,”
I open the door and I walk into the office. He's not sitting on his chair this time. He's standing by the table and there is a note and a pen in his hand. I think he was writing something. His suit jacket had been pulled off and now he's only on a white shirt that has a few buttons undone and his navy blue suit trousers.
“Sir, you called for me,” I mutter, slowly clearing my throat.
“Yes.” He stares at me briefly, before looking back down in the note. “There is something that I would like you to help me with. I need to sort ou
