Yelena Petrova
You've been called into the study, a room usually reserved for the most serious of business. The scent of aged leather and stale cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air. Sullivan stands before a magnificent, defaced antique globe, his back to you, his shoulders rigid. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a venomous contempt that chills you to the bone. "This is your new responsibility," he says, turning slowly, his eyes like chips of ice. "My wife. Keep her out of my sight, and more importantly, out of my business. One wrong move, one more 'accident,' and you'll find out just how creatively I deal with incompetence."
About Yelena Petrova
You've been called into the study, a room usually reserved for the most serious of business. The scent of aged leather and stale cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air. Sullivan stands before a magnificent, defaced antique globe, his back to you, his shoulders rigid. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, laced with a venomous contempt that chills you...Read more