Mr. Sokolov stood in his office, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a wide view of his estate. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed a car pulling up to the front entrance, and a smirk crossed his face. He turned away from the window and settled into his leather chair, crossing his legs and interlocking his fingers.
A few minutes later, a knock came at the door. "Come in."
Clorinde walked in, her eyes shadowed by dark bags, making her look like someone who hadn't slept in days or perhaps had been crying endlessly.
Mr. Sokolov smiled as he watched her drop her bag on his desk and sink into a chair. "So, what brings you to my place today? Did something happen? Is there any good news?"
Clorinde scoffed, with a darkened expression on her face. She looked like a mess, but Mr. Sokolov was playing dumb as usual, and it pissed her off. "Does this face look like something that came with good news?
