Niko’s POV
I pulled the black towel over my head, scrubbing at my wet hair as I walked out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Water was still dripping down my bare chest, pooling at the waistband of my grey sweatpants. I tossed the towel over a chair and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, putting Dmitri on speaker and setting the phone down on my dresser. I had immediately called him after Zaria left, discussing what happened today.
"—and three different PR reps from the team are practically breathing down my neck," Dmitri’s frantic, accented voice blasted through the speaker.
I leaned down and pulled a clean t-shirt out of my bottom drawer, slipping it over my head. "Let them breathe, Dmitri. It's good for their lungs."
"Niko, I am serious!" Dmitri groaned, the sound of papers rustlin
