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take the tablet from him. She gasped when she saw pictures of herself on campus, coming and going at
her apartment, work, the grocery store. As she flipped through the photos, there were a couple shots
of her in New York that looked like they were taken from a traffic camera. She also saw copies of
police reports involving her stepfather and mother, along with photos of her at twelve. As she
continued to flip through the file, she stopped when she saw the picture of her shaking Director
Williams hand at her graduation. Oh crap, think Bethany!
Normally, my first response when someone betrays me is to kill them, but given that I ve grown fond
of you, I m going to give you one chance to explain yourself. How is it that a graduate of the FBI
Academy is working in my club?
Setting the tablet back down, she looked at him. I m not a graduate.
Is that you standing on stage accepting a diploma?
I m accepting an empty diploma case. I didn t graduate. Not that I wouldn t have wanted to, because
it was a dream of mine. That or to be able to work at the UN as a translator. But when your stepfather
is in prison for killing his stepson, the woman who raised me is a known marijuana grower, and your
body is riddled with scars from same stepfather s drunken abuse, not only do you get a big fat no,
they re not even polite about it.
Then what were you doing onstage?
They have a translation program that s better than the one at Barnard, and I was able to take it. It was
the closest I ever got to the Academy, she answered mournfully.
I don t believe you.
Well, that s easily fixed. Going to her bag, she pulled out her phone and looked up the main number
to the FBI. Clicking on it, she asked the operator to transfer her to Director Williams. When she
reached his secretary, she explained who she was and that there was some question as to the
translation program she participated in. Hoping that Williams would figure out what s going on, she
put the phone on speaker and held her breath.
This is Director Williams.
Hi, sir, this is Bethany Michaels. I m not sure if you remember me, but&
I remember you, Ms. Michaels, what can I do for you?
I m sorry to bother you, but there was some question about the translation program I participated in,
and I was hoping to ask you how I would get copies of my transcripts.
In looking at your file, I see that you re in graduate school at the University of Texas. The admissions
office would have all that information as you would have had to provide it for admission.
Of course, sir, I don t know why I didn t think of that. Thank you& before she could finish, he hung
up. Disconnecting the call, she turned angry eyes toward Vadim. Did you have any other questions?
Vadim stared at her confused, unsure what to say. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips as she
stared down at him, I told you the first time that you had me followed that I didn t appreciate it, and
now you delve into my past when I specifically told you that I wanted it behind me. What kind of a
person dredges up a person s past?
Bethany, I m sorry. You have to understand that in my line of work, I have to be careful.
And what exactly IS your line of work, Mr. Sannikoff, because as far as I know, you own a bar and a
club.
It s more than that, Malyutka. Much more. Please, sit down, let me explain.
I don t think so. In fact, I m leaving. As she turned to retrieve her shoes, Vadim got up to follow her.
My full name is Victor Vadimar Markman. My mother was Sannikoff, and I changed my name after
my father died. And I own more than a couple clubs. Much more. Please, Malyutka. Stay.
Shaking her head, Bethany shakily grabbed her bag, stalked to the elevator, and pushed the button. As
the doors opened, she got on. Pushing the button for the lobby, she hoped to find a cab as there was no
way she would use his driver again. As the doors closed, she sagged against the elevator wall.
She was sleeping with the head of the Drobilka cartel!
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take the tablet from him. She gasped when she saw pictures of herself on campus, coming and going at
her apartment, work, the grocery store. As she flipped through the photos, there were a couple shots
of her in New York that looked like they were taken from a traffic camera. She also saw copies of
police reports involving her stepfather and mother, along with photos of her at twelve. As she
continued to flip through the file, she stopped when she saw the picture of her shaking Director
Williams hand at her graduation. Oh crap, think Bethany!
Normally, my first response when someone betrays me is to kill them, but given that I ve grown fond
of you, I m going to give you one chance to explain yourself. How is it that a graduate of the FBI
Academy is working in my club?
Setting the tablet back down, she looked at him. I m not a graduate.
Is that you standing on stage accepting a diploma?
I m accepting an empty diploma case. I didn t graduate. Not that I wouldn t have wanted to, because
it was a dream of mine. That or to be able to work at the UN as a translator. But when your stepfather
is in prison for killing his stepson, the woman who raised me is a known marijuana grower, and your
body is riddled with scars from same stepfather s drunken abuse, not only do you get a big fat no,
they re not even polite about it.
Then what were you doing onstage?
They have a translation program that s better than the one at Barnard, and I was able to take it. It was
the closest I ever got to the Academy, she answered mournfully.
I don t believe you.
Well, that s easily fixed. Going to her bag, she pulled out her phone and looked up the main number
to the FBI. Clicking on it, she asked the operator to transfer her to Director Williams. When she
reached his secretary, she explained who she was and that there was some question as to the
translation program she participated in. Hoping that Williams would figure out what s going on, she
put the phone on speaker and held her breath.
This is Director Williams.
Hi, sir, this is Bethany Michaels. I m not sure if you remember me, but&
I remember you, Ms. Michaels, what can I do for you?
I m sorry to bother you, but there was some question about the translation program I participated in,
and I was hoping to ask you how I would get copies of my transcripts.
In looking at your file, I see that you re in graduate school at the University of Texas. The admissions
office would have all that information as you would have had to provide it for admission.
Of course, sir, I don t know why I didn t think of that. Thank you& before she could finish, he hung
up. Disconnecting the call, she turned angry eyes toward Vadim. Did you have any other questions?
Vadim stared at her confused, unsure what to say. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips as she
stared down at him, I told you the first time that you had me followed that I didn t appreciate it, and
now you delve into my past when I specifically told you that I wanted it behind me. What kind of a
person dredges up a person s past?
Bethany, I m sorry. You have to understand that in my line of work, I have to be careful.
And what exactly IS your line of work, Mr. Sannikoff, because as far as I know, you own a bar and a
club.
It s more than that, Malyutka. Much more. Please, sit down, let me explain.
I don t think so. In fact, I m leaving. As she turned to retrieve her shoes, Vadim got up to follow her.
My full name is Victor Vadimar Markman. My mother was Sannikoff, and I changed my name after
my father died. And I own more than a couple clubs. Much more. Please, Malyutka. Stay.
Shaking her head, Bethany shakily grabbed her bag, stalked to the elevator, and pushed the button. As
the doors opened, she got on. Pushing the button for the lobby, she hoped to find a cab as there was no
way she would use his driver again. As the doors closed, she sagged against the elevator wall.
She was sleeping with the head of the Drobilka cartel!
Part 2 coming soon!
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Click HERE to subscribe to my newsletter to stay updated on new
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Also if you have not already, please check out my other series! Click to read book 1 for FREE with
KU!
RUSSIAN BILLIONAIRE S VIRGIN SECRETARY (Chekov
Billionaire Series Book 1)
CONTACT ME!
Join my fan club on Facebook to discuss my books! https://www.facebook.com/pages/Leona-
Lee/1542642042641098
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