Chapter Sixteen: Meeting The Ivanovs

They stayed in the same position for the next few minutes. Margarette was lost in her thoughts whilst Xavier went back to work on his laptop, a woman sitting on his lap. Smelling her scent makes his heart go calm for some reason. He wasn't usually like that. He's not into physical contact nor was he a clingy man. He's cold and stoic, unable to express himself and cannot even interact well in a normal conversation.

A knock from the door broke the comfortable silence between them. A man wearing a black outfit and a gun in his side went in and bowed his head.

"Good noon, sir. I am here to deliver the words that the goods have already arrived at the warehouse," he said in Russian language.

"Complete?" Xavier replied.

"Yes, sir. 15 trucks of it have been sorted out already. We were just waiting for you to see them yourself."

"Alright. I'll be there in a minute."

The man once again nodded his head before storming out. Xavier next stood up and put on his suit jacket.

"W-Where are you headi