Chapter Ten

Y A N A

No way. No freaking way Mikhail did this and said that.

I want it to be a dream. I’m so humiliated that I can’t feel my own body. I’m like a floating entity just standing there, my hand clasped in his as he continues to look at Deborah in challenge.

“Anything more?” he prompts. “Or are we allowed to leave now?”

Deborah looks like she just got punched in the face. Her husband is staring at her, and when their gazes meet, she suddenly turns to me and mutters, “I apologize, Yana.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Mikhail says in a lofty tone, signing another cheque and tossing it to her. “This is for another six months.”

With that, he pushes past her, his hand still wrapped securely around mine as he pulls me along with him. I trot behind him, struggling to keep up not because of my sky-high heels but because my knees are weak from what just happened. His chauffeur opens the door for us, and only when we get inside do I manage to breathe out.

“Back to the office, please,” he orders,