~~~CAIRO~~~ (NEXT DAY)
Alec pulls the door open for me, and my foot touches the paved driveway of Viktor’s mansion.
The air's too goddamn quiet here. It's the kind of silence that screams "sniper team in the branches," just waiting to paint the ground with my blood.
I'm too young to catch a bullet, but deals don't close themselves.
Business has to go on, even if it means stepping into the mansion of the bastard who once put a gun to my head two years ago.
Viktor’s PA comes running toward me before I can even take three steps.
He’s an innocent-looking small guy in a suit, but I've seen him clear dead bodies off a table at a strip club.
"This way, Mr. Arsher. He’s expecting you," he says, looking like he’s trying not to trip over his own feet as he guides me toward the private loun
