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the bottle down. Was there no solace? He had no friends, outside of the men who called him boss and followed his orders, outside of Renee who was on a date with a strange man, outside of Anya, who was a child thousands of miles away.
     
    Even his last lover, Victoria, crossed his mind. He hadn’t called her since he left her in Prague two months ago. The word from his father was that she had been extremely angry to put it lightly . The last thing that he needed to do was to talk to her.
     
    So, he was alone. His father had warned him of the cost of being the boss. It was the worse form of solitude. Everyone feared him. No one would risk getting close to him, not even his own family.
     
    A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts. He recognized the hard tap on his door. It was Vasily. He sat up, wiped his tired eyes and turned on his lamp - the turn of the knob audible through the door.
     
    “ What is it?” he asked loudly.
     
    “ There is woman at your door. She’s from this morning, boss. She said that she needed to talk to you. Should I send her away?”
     
    “ What woman from this morning?”
     
    “ The one who hit your bike,” Vasily explained.
     
    “ How did she...”Anatoly stood up by the bed and slipped on his jeans. “Tell her I’ll be down in minute. Put her in living room.”
     
     
     
    The woman stood in the living room in the same red suit from earlier. Anatoly rounded the corner with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His faithful dogs followed behind him. Barefoot, he walked up to her with a frown on his face. She turned and smiled at him.
     
    “ Hi. I know it’s late. And it took me forever to find you, but I just had to come by and make sure that you were okay,” she said, offering a small box. “It’s a little peace offering.”
     
    Anatoly looked down at the box and walked past her. “Don’t they have some kind of rules against contacting people after you assault them?” he asked sarcastically.
     
    She looked at the box and raised her brow. “Yeah, they do. Look, I know that this is... odd , but I can’t tell you how horrible I felt about nearly killing you this morning.” She placed the box on the table.
     
    “ Have a seat,” Anatoly said, lighting his cigarette. “How did you find out where I live?”
     
    “ Well, up until this morning, I’d never heard of you, and then I went to work and told my co-workers what happened. I remembered your last name, and they told me about that incident that happened a few years ago with your dad. I Googled you, and there was few pictures of your house.”
     
    “ I need to buy a new house,” Anatoly said under his breath. He took a drag of his cigarette and slapped his knee. His dogs came to him and settled by his sofa. “So you saw all that shit that they said about us online, and you still came over here in the dead of night?” he asked intrigued.
     
    “ Well, it’s only nine. Actually, I just got off work and...I wanted to leave this with your butler, but he said that he would come and get you.”
     
    Anatoly heard Vasily’s footsteps moving away from the room. He looked back at the woman and shook his head. “I don’t have a butler here. So, where do you work?”
     
    “ For Memphis Metro Magazine ,” she said, pulling out her credentials. “I’m a food critic. I just started with the magazine. I moved here from Birmingham about two months ago.”
     
    Anatoly reached out for the box. It was more of a test to see how gullible the woman actually was. She quickly picked the box up and took it over to him. He opened it and removed the wrapping. It was bike reflector. He looked back up at her and grinned.
     
    “ I thought you could use one,” she smiled.
     
    “ I could probably use a sense of humor more,” he said, putting the reflector back in the box. “What is your name again?” He already knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.
     
    “ Destiny Palmer,” she said, standing up a little