Thirty
Nothing bad happened between us the whole day, thank God. Just another nine to go. Instead, around noon, Adrian came around and reminded me of that dinner offer. I wasn't feeling like going out, but Adrian is a nice company and I couldn't resist his subtle puppy face, so I said yes to his proposal. Hell, he might even be able to cheer me up a little too. We were deciding on a place to go to later when Dimitri came out of his office, his head into some papers. ''Rose, can you please call-'' he said as he lifted his head and saw us. His expression suddenly changed. ''Mister Ivashkov. I was waiting for you for the past fifteen minutes.'' he said seeming annoyed. There surely is some bad blood between the two of them. It's so damn obvious! Is it about what happened into the airplane? I deep
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