Oleg
OlegI climb in the back of Maxim’s Tesla.
“Give him your phone,” Maxim barks at Pavel.
Pavel hands me his phone, and Maxim hands his to Pavel as he puts the car in drive and pulls out.
“Who was it?” Maxim demands.
My head throbs, and I still feel raw and rough from upsetting Story back there. f**k. I definitely didn’t mean to offend her by having Maxim give her money. I just expected him to do and say the right things because I can’t say them myself. I wanted to take care of her. And I’m sure she could use the money. I did the math in my head. She can’t bring in more than eight hundred a week giving guitar lessons. So it’s not terrible money, but it’s not like she’s rich or anything. And Maxim is. He was smooth as f**k, too—saying all the right things, and it still pissed her off
