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CHRISTOFRoman doesn’t hover. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask unnecessary questions. He opens doors and walks away before you thank him. If he grants access to international waters, he does it because a deal was made, not necessarily because he needs to know what sails through.To him, power is a handshake, information, a bribe, and the old-world grease that keeps the wheels of the Mediterranean turning. In my world, it’s preparation.“The Adriatic is a bathtub, Christof," he’d told me, two days ago. "Too many ears. Too many American 'advisors' teaching the locals how to use sonar. If you want to move your... packages... you need the lane to stay open, I can do that.”The “lane” was a specific set of naval coordinates and a three-hour window where the radar at the Prevlaka station would undergo “scheduled maintenance.”I didn’t explain my logistics. He didn’t ask, that’s why we work. I didn’t buy submarines, I bought ‘Environmental Data Buoys.’ That’s what the customs forms in the Adr
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TANISHAChristof didn’t say a word. Not when the trunk closed over the flowers, not when he got into the car, not during the entire drive. I avoided looking at him, I didn’t want to read into the expression on his face.When we arrived his estate, the car had barely stopped before he stepped out. Not saying goodbye was usual, what wasn’t, was the swiftness with which he exited the car and walked away. Like he was offended by something. Maybe he’s allergic to flowers, maybe I should have asked if he was allergic before I stuffed them in his car.My rambling thoughts were interrupted, when the driver offered to help me move the flowers into my car trunk.They did not fit, not all of them. We tried angling, rotating, strategic stacking. Nothing. My trunk gave up halfway through. I immediately felt guilty for burdening the driver.“I’ll put the rest in the back seat, ma’am,” the driver said politely, already rearranging.Back seat it was. When I finally got into my car to leave, I was sur
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CHRISTOFShe told me she was taking a cab, because she had “some things” to transport. I could have let it go, let her go. That was the rational thing to do. I didn’t need an end-of-day briefing. There was nothing urgent that couldn’t wait until morning. I wasn’t exactly entitled to her time beyond work hours, and lately I’d been very aware of how thin that line had become.Yet I heard myself say no. I couldn’t explain why. I wasn’t trying to control her decision, not entirely. I’d exercised enough of that with Tanisha to recognize when it was driving my decisions, and this felt different. Almost reflexive, like reaching out to steady something that wasn’t actually falling.Then she rolled her eyes at me, Just a small, precise gesture, like punctuation at the end of a sentence. I found it amusing. That alone should have bothered me. Her new personality now pushed back, not in the usual subtle ways. Now, if she disagrees or is displeased, she either vocalizes it, or she’d employ the us
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TANISHAThere was no version of reality where I casually loaded several oversized bouquets into Christof’s trunk without explanation. End of day meant the usual ride back to his estate before I retrieved my own car. I had absolutely no idea how I was going to transport Roman’s ‘token’.I imagined Christof’s silence, the sideways glance, the clipped “What’s that?” delivered as if he didn’t already know. I would either lie, or say too much. Both were unacceptable. I weighed my options carefully, dragging the flowers along and enduring the quiet scrutiny? No.Leaving them behind? Also no. I wasn’t giving the office a full evening to speculate. I was already painfully aware that whatever anonymity I’d managed to maintain in that office had officially expired.The idea lit up in my head like a bulb. I’d take a cab. Yes, I’d take a cab back to the estate, collect my car, and deal with the flowers privately. Simple, slightly inconvenient, but entirely worth it.Once I settled on the cab plan
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TANISHALet’s get this straight. I wasn’t bothered at all, in fact I couldn’t care less that Roman hadn’t called or texted since the…incident. Calling it a date felt dishonest when I’d been strong-armed into attending. It had been over a week.After that brief, polite exchange after I’d gotten home, “thank you, I enjoyed your company, apologies again for the method.” There had been nothing. Which was fine, more than fine. I wasn’t waiting, I wasn’t checking my phone. I definitely wasn’t replaying the way he listened when I spoke, or the way he laughed softly at my stories.That would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? I had work, a job. A fragile truce with a billionaire tyrant. Plenty to occupy my mind. And, It had even been orchestrated, negotiated, weaponized. The fact that it had also been the most enjoyable evening I had experienced in years, possibly ever, was an unfortunate coincidence I refused to dwell on.If I were forced, mind you, forced, to rank the dates I’d been on in my life,
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TANISHAI had been standing in front of the bathroom mirror, my heels were abandoned somewhere near the door. The dress still clung to me, silk cooling against my skin now that the adrenaline had drained. I’d been about to wipe off make up, when Roman’s text came in. His driver had probably informed him I’d been dropped off, or he just had perfect timing.“Thank you for showing up tonight. I enjoyed your company. And I apologize again for the methods employed.”I didn’t know why I read it severally. I read it until the lines started to blur, then I typed back.“It’s alright. I surprisingly had a good time.”There it was. The truth, typed out before I could interrogate myself about why I was offering it so freely.I hesitated, then added another message before I could lose my nerve.“How do I return the dress and the accessories? Please let me know where to send them.”His reply came almost immediately.“They’re yours. Consider it a gift.”After my troubling ordeal, in the hands of Chr
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TANISHARoman didn’t wait for a toast. He took a sip, then looked at me over the rim of his glass like he was assessing whether I’d bolt. We sat in intentional silence.Then he asked, casually, “Do you have a boyfriend?”I blinked rapidly, completely caught off guard by the question. Christ, I thou
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TANISHA I was ninety percent sweat, nine percent spite, and one percent will to live. My smile had fossilized on my face hours ago. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to relax my jaw again. Thank the universe, the event had finally come to an end.Christof breezed through the crowd like royalty, an
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CHRISTOFPanel after panel, speeches padded with buzzwords, founders shaking hands like they were afraid their wrists might break. Pepa charmed everyone she wanted to charm, sprinkled her glittery diplomacy over the crowd, and occasionally whispered commentary into my ear that nearly made me laugh
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CHRISTOFI was halfway through the speech, right at the part the founders insisted was “inspirational”, when a flicker of movement at the back of the conservatory caught my eye. I saw his bald head first. I could recognize that smooth, shiny head anywhere.I didn’t lose my rhythm. I never do. In my
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