Chapter 66

Vladimir

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I tried not to panic in Dmitri’s office, but within me was a conundrum building up fast, causing me to question the very reason for my existence.

While I paced restlessly like a man who had a wife in labour, Dmitri sat in his chair, one leg crossed over the other in a relaxed pose. His attention was completely fixed on the device in his hand–one I felt like snatching away from him. After that, I’d demand that he help me out.

“Can you stop staring at that thing?” I lashed out at him.

He took his eyes off it, sitting uprightly, his arms...