Xavier's pov.
After a week, I went to the office and found so many things that needed my attention.
A threat from the Russian mafia was continuously driving my attention. The Russian boss had proposed a union. But I didn't agree with their conditions. They were engaged in child trafficking, prostitution, and drugs which I would never allow in my country.
And now they wanted to take over my position and territory. I declined their offer. But they were persistent. They had altered the deal so many times. I rubbed my forehead to soothe the headache I had been having since morning.
The phone on my table started ringing. I scowled because I was not in the mood to meet anyone.
“Meggie, don't disturb me. I am not in the mood to meet anyone.” I barked my orders to my secretary and put the p
