Nikolai Vetrov
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I hated VM Global Holdings.
Well, I didn’t hate the company itself, but I hated the old fuckers who were trying their best to make sure the joint project Rafael and I were working on failed just so they could prove that we worked better individually.
Three calls fell through today. Two partners were suddenly reconsidering. Meanwhile, one of the shareholders politely insisted that keeping Moretti International and Vetrov Industries separate was healthier for the market.
Code for profitable for them.
I don’t care though. I was going to make sure the project was successful. It didn’t matter who was standing in my way.
I dragged a hand down my face and stared at the ceiling, taking a much-needed drag of the cigarette in between my fingers. I hadn’t slept for more than
