Chapter 134 Sex And The City

Viktor leaned back in the oversized leather chair of his office, the view of the sprawling city below framed by floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was setting, casting a fiery glow over the skyline. He tapped a pen against the sleek mahogany desk, his mind occupied with the latest shipment schedules, financial reports, and expansion plans. Business was booming, and everything appeared to be in perfect order. Yet, no matter how meticulously he worked, an unsettling emptiness lingered. His assistant, a sharp-suited man named Dmitri, stepped into the room carrying a tablet. “Sir, the deal with the Italian distributor is ready for your final approval,” Dmitri said, his tone professional.