Cruel Paradise (Oryolov Bratva #1) by Nicole Fox EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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“Do I have your full attention, Ms. Carson?”
I gulp and refocus on my boss. Ruslan Oryolov is glowering—not because
I’ve done anything wrong, but just because that’s how he always looks at me.
Actually, that’s how he always looks at everyone. I’m pretty sure he’s that
unfortunate case you always hear moms telling their kids about: he made a
sour face once upon a time and it just got stuck like that.
To be fair, this time, he has good reason. He’s actually caught me in the
middle of a somewhat shockingly violent fantasy about stapling his beautiful
lips together with the stapler on his desk and then yeeting him out of his
gorgeous thirtieth-story office window.
He’d deserve it. And he only has himself to blame.
Because I am all-caps EXHAUSTED from tending to his every whim today.
I arrived at the office at the buttcrack of dawn this morning. I haven’t had
more than ten consecutive seconds to myself all day long. And only now,
with the clock nearing 9:00 P.M., am I getting anywhere close to the end of
this workday from hell.
Without an IV drip of quad espressos, I would be dust in the wind.
But even with my caffeine addiction, I feel frazzled inside and out. In my
head, I’m cursing my past self for being dumb enough to buy these heels half
a size too small just because they were on sale. The arches of my feet are
ready to commit war crimes in order to be freed.
Ruslan, on the other hand, looks as polished as ever. It’s actually offensive
how good he looks, despite working like a machine for every bit as long as I
have today. His suit is impeccable, as is his dark five o’clock shadow, and the
intensity in his scorching amber eyes hasn’t dimmed one solitary notch.
“Ms. Carson. I asked you a question.”
“Uh, yes,” I stammer. “Yes, you have my attention.” I glance down at my
notepad. “Litigation release needs to go to Mark Vanderberg in Legal first
thing in the morning. New chairs have been requested for the boardroom on
Floor Seventeen and I will check on delivery dates. I’m moving your 2:00
P.M. to your 11:30, moving your 11:30 to your 7:15, moving your 7:15 to
next Thursday, and I’m telling next Thursday’s meeting to—and I quote
—‘eat shit and die.’ Did I miss anything?”
Ruslan arches one unfairly gorgeous brow. Seriously—if I could transplant
those bad boys onto my own face, I really might. They’re dark and expressive
and communicate half of his threats without a single word. “I detect a tone.”
I keep my own face perfectly neutral. “No, sir. No tone. You specifically
requested ‘no snark’ after the lunch salad debacle last month. I wouldn’t
forget.”
“Hm.”
Like his eyebrow, one solitary, not-even-a-word syllable from the infamous
Mr. Oryolov, CEO of Bane Corporation, is enough to make grown men
dissolve into tears.
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