"You don't have to cry" He wipes my tears, and I stare at him, stunned.
"Follow me" Clayton took my hand as the elevator opened. I followed him without a fight.
The cold air blew past the streets of Moscow. He took off his coat and slung it over my shoulder. While his handheld me was walking down the street leading to Red Square, Four Seasons was located close to Red Square.
My eyes fixated on the beauty of the light of St. Basil in the distance. Meanwhile, my heart warmed as he embraced me, and we strolled down the wide field. I'm just enjoying my time now.
"How are you? you okay in NY?"
"Okay, I handle the Ostrander business in the USA and Canada. Lives in Manhattan alone. Sometimes back to Paris and London if there is a need. But mostly I was there."
