Chapter 30
Standing in front of Mikhail's office door, Mary took a deep breath. How many days had she spent hiding her disfigured face—it had been more agonizing than death itself. But her anger ran deeper. She resolved to show Mikhail what real power was. She knocked once and stepped inside.
Mikhail was sitting at his desk, reading some papers. He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked up, his eyes immediately narrowing. He had known Mary would come, but not in this manner.
"There was no need to hide your face under that scarf," Mikhail said in a calm voice. "I know what happened to your face."
Mary said nothing, just started to walk forward. Then she threw the bundle of cash right onto the desk—so hard that several of the bundles scattered onto the floor.
"Here's your money," Mar
