“How are the preparations coming along?” Anatoly had been on the phone since early morning at five. He was downstairs, busy overseeing everything as the staffs worked endlessly around the house.“Natasha? What's the news on the menu? I want different variety dishes; continental, French, Japanese cuisines, all available without fail,” Anatoly briefly turned to Natasha but didn't wait for her response as he was back on the phone with the delivery agent. “How long is it going to take before it arrives to my home?! Don't fucking give me any excuses!”He hissed after the delivery man was making excuses about the traffic and threatened him, “If it doesn't arrive on time, you'll know who the fuck I am!” He hung up and a hand was on his shoulder. Anatoly quickly turned around and saw Natasha behind him. “Take it slow, Mr Anatoly. Everything will turn out fine, the party doesn't start until twelve noon,” But Anatoly didn't want anything lacking. “Today is my angel's one year birthday. Do you
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