21.2 Shadows

"Inja, how nice to see you," Mikaïl exclaimed, delighted when he saw her sit down in front of her.

Inja replied with a professional nod. She had known the mobster for years and had learned to decode her. Seduction was too dangerous for him. Instead, she had to assert herself as a powerful businesswoman capable of handling armed men and illegal trafficking. She had managed to do this perfectly so far. She was going to continue with this picture by adding the aspect of greed for power and money. Something that men like Mikaïlov understood well.

"It's very kind of you to receive me," she replied with her conquering smile.

The man laughed at her remark.

"Well, that's normal. Comrades should support each other," he insinuated.

Inja did not answer but kept her knowing smile. With a wave of his hand, the huge blond with icy eyes called for a waiter.

"Is vodka okay? I pulled one out of my stash just for you," he offered.

"Absolutely," she said and put her hands on her knees.