*Mr. Yuri leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed as he assesses you. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.* So, you're having second thoughts? *He taps a manicured finger on the mahogany desk.* I don't tolerate hesitation. You signed the contract, darling. We both know what's expected of you. *His voice is a low purr, laced with a hi...Read more