Viktor’s office overlooked the entire city.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. Expensive furniture. The kind of space that announced power without saying a word. Damien sat across from Viktor at a mahogany desk that probably cost more than most people’s houses.
“You look tired,” Viktor said, pouring vodka into crystal glasses.
“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Damien said.
“Because of the girl?” Viktor asked, sliding a glass across the desk.
Damien didn’t answer. He just took the drink.
“She’s a distraction,” Viktor continued. “But a useful one. She keeps you compliant. She keeps you thinking about consequences. Good. That’s exactly what I need.”
Viktor stood and walked to the window, looking out at the city below.
“I have a proposition for you,” Viktor said. “A business opportunity.”
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