Being Followed

TEN MINUTES BEFORE THE AMBUSH

“They have left the party .”

The Czar was seated in his lavish Bentley, looking at the trio that exited the venue. His eyes necessarily focus on the woman being carried bridal-style by the CEO of Blackwell Tech, Damien, while his secretary made way for him to enter the vehicle. The Czar’s face contorted into disgust.

“What is his relationship with Anastaschya?”

“I’m told she is his bodyguard.”

“So she has been working like a slave to the Blackwells..?”

“N-Not necessarily, Sir.” His driver spoke. “It is rumored she is actually being treated well by her boss. It must be the reason why Anastaschya continues to serve him instead of leaving him alone. I mean, she could always escape him and return to the family."

"Impossible." the Czar's pacific blues gazed straight at Damien's Rolls Royce,— harboring ill intent. "Impossible. My sister would never stoop down that low to survive by working for a man who killed our entire family."

The driver sighed. "I th