Page 165 of Crimson Oath
Britta popped her head in the room. “Finished?”
“Finally. Can you ask Henrik to call the car?”
“Of course.”
Tatyana packed up her trusty old messenger bag, sliding her laptop inside as a memory slipped into her mind.
“I found the connection between ZOL Enterprises and SMO International, so I’m smarter than whoever tried to hide her company, don’t you think?”
“I’m the one who tried to hide her company. So you think you’re smarter than me?”
“Maybe I’m just better at sorting through paperwork.”
“Don’t back away now, volchitsa. I like your teeth.”
She pulled out her phone and tapped a message.
Thinking of you.
Seconds later, a reply.
As you should be.
What did you think of Bernard?
He’s good. Easy to work with.
That means you’re making more money than us in this deal. I knew we agreed on numbers too quickly.
Tatyana smiled as she walked down the stairs, feeling a stir in her blood as she reached the foggy night air of the Polish capital.
Her amnis sat up, woke up, and her immortal nature stretched its legs after a full night of working in the human office.
Her phone buzzed just as a late-model black Mercedes pulled up to the side street where Henrik was waiting.
“Good night, Miss Vorona.” Henrik opened the door. “Say hello to your mother please.”
“Thank you, Henrik. And hello to Magda from me.”
“Thank you, Surati.”
The affectionate nickname had stuck, and Tatyana didn’t mind a bit.
When things got to be difficult or when she had a hard time reminding herself why she was living in freezing-cold Warsaw, it was good to remember who she was working for.
The Poshani were her family.
Her driver’s name was Essa, and she drove like a completelunatic, but luckily there wasn’t much traffic at three in the morning, and Tatyana was back at the Poshani compound in twenty minutes.
The Hazar stationed at her house opened the car door as soon as she pulled up, and the minute Tatyana stepped outside, she could smell the scent of stroganoff coming from the kitchen.
“I am telling you, there is fresh tomato,” Rumi said.
“And I am telling you there is not,” Anna barked back. “Not ingoodstroganoff. I don’t know who taught you how to cook but?—”
Rumi let loose with a flood of Poshani curses.
Tatyana froze and took a few minutes to brace herself on the wall before she went in.
