"Here's your coffee, Mr. Mikhailov."
I refrain from snapping at my assistant, Jeremiah, who is currently standing right outside my office, holding a cup of coffee.
I f*****g hate my own surname now because of Arabella.
Great. Just f*****g great.
I grab the cup from him, "what's my eleven o'clock today?" I question him just as he opens my office door for me and I step inside.
Today is one of those days where I am supposed to focus more on my company rather than the Bratva business. My company is in the talks of becoming the biggest financial planning firms in the entire country and the coming week is going to decide whether I am able to make that happen or not.
The goal is to dominate the Bratva and the business world with such efficiency that my enemies quake in fear at just th
