ZARYA ROGOV
Every decision was a gamble; one wrong move and you'd lose it all.
I stared at the file papers placed on the bedside table.
I still had them.
Keeping them with me would only bring more trouble in my already messed-up life, so I decided to hand them over to him.
I slowly stood up from the bed and looked at the window. Moonlight streamed through, and the curtains twirled with the flow of wind. I took a deep breath, and even though the fear of the unknown was eating me up, I let it be.
I had to move forward even if this fear would devour me.
I grabbed the papers and left the room, but by the time I reached his study, his men were everywhere. I slowed down, looking at each one of their faces to read some room, but I couldn't; all of them had that damn stern look etched o
