THIRD PERSON POVGiselle made her way into the conference room, clad in a sleek black dress and sharp heels that clicked against the marble floor. She had received the text early that morning, a summon to the Russian tower. When she stepped inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke.It was obvious that they had been waiting for quiet sometime. “I received your message, Ivan,” she said, voice sharp as she got to the long table in the middle of the room. “To what do I owe this unexpected invite?”Arriele was not new to this game, she knew what men like Ivan wanted, and why they would go to any extent to get what they want.Ivan Volkov stood slowly from his chair at the head of the long table, his bandaged hand resting on the surface. The other men all clad in dark suits with cold, watchful expressions remained seated, silent observers to the unfolding scene.Ivan’s ice-blue eyes dragged over her slowly, a mix of amusement and calculation in his gaze. “You’ve been busy, Giselle, doin
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