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"That is not good enough. I want double the money now, or I'm taking back everything, including shipments you've already sent out!"
The room echoed with the thunderous raw of Mikhail, his primal nature was scratching at the surface, threatening to expose his true self in-front of dozens of co-operate executives and leaders.
"Mr Ivanov let me assure you that the money will be given to you, but we just need some more time."
"Time? Time?" My financial advisor flinched. "I need the money to find my missing children, I don't have time. I need results."
I didn't miss the way his eyes flickered over to me at mention of his children. As always, I kept a cold calculated look on my face, fighting the urge to snarl out and place the barrel of my gun at his forehead.
