"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?"
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Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin.
Alex...
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My vision wasn't the clearest anymore. That cognac was settling in now and everything was forty trillion times scarier.
I dipped two fingers into the mud water mixture I had created, and smeared identical streaks under the bags of my eyes. I had seen them do this in some action movies a few years back.
This was supposed to automatically make you a wilderness guru now right?
Something snapped a few hundred feet away from me that caused the hairs on my arms to stand straight up. Well fuck.
Twelve hours earlier...
We pulled on towards a long stretch of a driveway that opened up to a gorgeous home.
The location Brad had drove us to was completely unknown to me, but we had only been driving about thirty minutes. This city must have been a neighboring one.
The home was drastically different from Christian's. It wasn't anywhere near overdone like Christian's, but still had a beautiful old Victorian flare to it. Christian had to nudge me forward with his Remi Martin Louis XIII Cognac cause I had stopped walking to stare at everything.
Yes.
He nudged me forward with the box of a $7,000 liquor.
You never realize just how bad poverty can look on you until being nudged by a bottle of liquor that costed more than everything you have in all your bank accounts.
"Hurry up, will ya? You're dragging your feet." Christian snapped. I rolled my eyes as soon as he looked away. Fucking prick.
Before we could even make it to the front door, it was swung open. "Christian!" A man called out as soon as his eyes landed on us.
"Miles!" Christian replied. He sped up to pull the man into a tight one handed bro hug. "Jesus, it's been a really long time."
I couldn't really focus on this stranger cause I was too busy processing the fact that Christian fucking Ivanov possessed the ability to laugh. It sounded so foreign to me I almost didn't realize it was coming from him.
"Nice to meet you again, Brad. You're looking as unamused as always." Miles gave Brad a large grin which Brad just nodded to. It was finally my turn for Miles's attention. I expected his smile to falter, but his eyes found mine, and all he did was widen it.
"Hello. I'm Alex, Mr. Ivanov's Assistant." I spoke professionally as I stuck my hand out for Miles to shake. Instead, he stunned me completely by pulling me into a hug. "Uh-"
"Pleasure to meet you, Alex. My names Miles."
He smelt nice.
Christian cleared his throat and Miles pulled away.
