Gavril
“And the other shipments are on time. I think that by the end of the week, we should be fully stocked and ready for delivery.”
I drummed my fingers on my desk as Anatoly droned on in his report, filling me in on every shipment that had come in over the last week.
Right now it felt like the last f*****g year for as long as he had been talking.
“Tell me,” I answered once he stopped to take a breath. “Don’t you ever think about just typing that s**t in an email and sending it to me?”
Anatoly glowered at me over the paper pad in his hands. “You know that emails can be traced and used against you if they are found in a court of law.”
Fair enough. Still, I arched a brow. “Have you been watching CSI again?”
“Respectfully, Pakhan.” He sighed, placing the pad in his lap. “f**k you.”
