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A faint look of irritation crossed her face.She kept moving.Within minutes, she found four more.Sofia walked to his desk and straightened a stack of files by a few precise millimeters.Then she left.
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Dmitri immediatelynoticed something was off in his office after answering a phone call downstairs.Small, almost irritating inconsistencies in a room that was usually exact.A chair angled slightly wrong.A pen placed where it didn’t belong.A file no longer aligned with the rest.
He stood in the doorway of his office for a moment, just taking it in.He didn’t rush in or correct it yet.Dimitri merely observed the deviation like a problem being mapped before it was solved.Then he stepped inside.
His gaze moved slowly through the room, methodical, unhurried.Nothing about his expression changed, but the attention sharpened as he worked through each detail in silence.
He stopped at the microphone point under the shelf.It was gone.A quiet exhale left him through his nose.
Sofia Marino had also removed another device and left everything else just visible enough for him to understand she knew.She wasn’t just reacting to the surveillance—she was answering it.
Well, message received.An almost-smile formed at the corner of his mouth.
Dmitri adjusted security protocols without telling her, then watched her pick up on the changes anyway.He changed patrol timing, rotated routes, tightened access points in subtle ways that most people wouldn’t even notice unless they were looking for them.
Sofia noticed.She then rearranged his office again the next time she passed through it, small shifts that were technically meaningless unless you understood the original structure.
A quiet correction of his order, or maybe a deliberate irritation.It was hard to tell with her, which made it worse in the best possible way.
He replaced her driver with Volkov security when she wanted to head out to meet a cousin for lunch.She hadn’t argued, although she’d thrown him a withering glare that would have sent a lesser man quivering in his toes.
Dmitri had simply watched her from the car window as she got in anyway, posture straight, expression controlled, eyes promising future consequences he was strangely not concerned about.
Who knew having such a competent wife would provide so much entertainment?And it was their first day being married to boot.
Chapter Five
The charity gala occupiedthe top three floors of the Obsidian Hotel, one of the most expensive properties in the city and one of the few places willing to host an event attended by men who routinely ordered murders between courses.
Officially, the evening was dedicated to fundraising for children’s hospitals.Unofficially, it was a gathering of predators.
Dmitri stood beside Sofia near the ballroom entrance and watched the room absorb their arrival.It happened almost instantly.Conversations slowed, heads turned, and calculations began.
The newly married Volkov couple had become the evening’s main attraction.The only thing the people in this room cared about was power, and together, Dmitri and Sofia represented a great deal of it.
