Viktor pov.Anya was becoming a problem. Not in the obvious way—she wasn’t defiant, loud, or careless. No, it was subtler than that, and more dangerous because of it. She was too composed, too cautious, and yet, somehow, too genuine. It was almost as if she didn’t know how much danger she was really in.When I assigned her the logistics documents, it wasn’t because I needed her input. I wanted to see how she’d handle the pressure. Would she flounder? Ask for help? Or worse, betray her ignorance? But when she touched me, I felt something spark in me. Anya wasn’t what she seemed.A part of me almost wanted to believe she was loyal.But trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford.Vlan cornered me as I stepped out of my office. His timing was always inconvenient, but tonight, I didn’t have the patience for it. “Viktor,” he started, his voice low but firm, “we need to talk.” I paused, already knowing where this conversation was headed. The man ha
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