Lazar's POV

My heart was pounding not from excitement but from profound anger.

I watched as his eye grew wider than a saucer with each passing second.

From the way he was trembling, he knew what was coming for him.

I slowly pulled out a chair opposite the desk.

The room was so quiet the only sound I could hear was Williams nervous heavy breathing.

“Mr Sokolov.” He stuttered.

Sweat dripped down his face like he just ran a marathon.

I sat down, facing him while Rodosov stood beside me with a rigid expression.

I watched as William’s eyes darted around like a trapped rabbit.

The audacity to talk without...