The phone screen flashed with one last notification. Artyom read the message, cursed, and slammed his palm against the steering wheel.
Artyom’s phone flashed one last notification. He read the message, swore, and slammed his palm against the steering wheel. He’d just been told that the woman who was supposed to pretend to be his fiancée at negotiations with a Hungarian investor had vanished. Her phone was off. Social media—empty. “Boss, we have less than two … Read more