Nikolai Vetrov
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I usually spent more time in the office than anywhere else.
On most days I was in the city, I worked fourteen hours a day. I only remembered to go home whenever Rafael sent me a text. I liked working. It was quiet.
Which was why my secretary stared at me with wide eyes as I exited my office. She stood up at once, looking through her tablet. “Sir, you don’t have any more work outside the office today.” She informed me just in case.
I barely spared her a glance. “I know.”
I could feel her staring at me. She opened her mouth but closed it again.
“Say what you want to say, Freda.”
She hesitated. “Are you going home? You don’t have any compulsory dinner to attend.”
“I’m not going home.”
“Well, do you need me to drive you?”
“No. It’s past five already. You can go h
