The conversation started easily enough—business, logistics, shipments.But it wasn’t long before Viktor shifted the tone.“Tell me,” he said, leaning forward, “what makes you different from the others who come to me with their schemes and empty promises?”I held his gaze, refusing to blink.“Because I deliver. And I don’t flinch when things get messy.”He smiled then, but it wasn’t warm.It was the kind of smile that made your skin crawl.“Messy,” he repeated, almost to himself. “I like that.”8VIKTORShe was good.Very good.But not perfect.The way her hands rested too carefully on the table, the slight tension in her jaw when I spoke—it was all there, if you knew where to look.And I always knew where to look.“Tell me, Sabrina,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What’s the worst thing you’ve done?”Her hesitation was brief, but it was there.“I don’t dwell on the past,” she said finally.A practiced answer.But it wasn’t the answer I wanted.“You should,” I said. “The past has a
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