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smirked.
    "It's okay," Victoria smiled but noted the concern.
    Anatoly laughed and swirled his ice around in his water. He could always count on Anya to liven things up a little.
    "Don't scold her, Dmitry. I did say it," Royal countered, taking up for her daughter. "But lets just hope that that isn't the case." She smiled at Victoria.
    "I'll do my best, Mrs. Medlov," Victoria said courteously.
    "Good, now if you come with me, I'm going to escort you to your new living quarters, make sure that you get everything that you need to be comfortable and leave you for the rest of the day on your own," she turned and waved at Stepan to get Victoria's luggage. She couldn't wait to get this woman as far away from her family as possible. There was just something about her that she did not like.
    "Well, I was hoping that she could join us for dinner tonight, since it is her first night here," Dmitry added.
    Even Anatoly looked over with a cocked brow. Was he crazy ? He and Davyd made eye contact.
    Royal stopped. Now , he was pushing it. "Oh. Well, okay. Then, well call for you around dinner time. It's normally around six." Her smile was half crooked. The patience she had mustered was now starting to wear thin and not with the woman but also with Dmitry.
    "Yes, ma'am. I'll be here." Victoria sensed Royal's resistance to the imposition but chose not to decline his offer. After all, her checks were written by Mr. Medlov, not his stuck up wife.
    "Can I go with you, Mommy?" Anya asked, reaching for Royal's hand.
    "Yeah, baby." Royal picked her up and planted her comfortably on her left hip while giving Dmitry a very dirty look.
    Together, the three women left the room with Royal leading quietly, fighting the sudden desire to crawl up the side of her husband's body and rip his eyeballs from their sockets.
    * * *
    As the doors closed behind them, there was a collective sigh among the men. Dmitry turned with a clever smile and went to the bar, where Anatoly and Davyd sat, to pour himself a drink.
    "That didn't go so badly," he said, raising his glass at the men.
    "It went worse," Anatoly answered. "You've just started World War three under your own roof and with no exit strategy."
    "How? By providing more structure for Anya? Please," Dmitry scoffed.
    "Did you have to pick a black woman?" Anatoly asked. He shook his head. "Royal is going to kill you both."
    "I don't want anything to do with Ms. Jackson. She's here for Anya." He sipped his drink and looked over at Davyd. "Well, weigh in. I know you want to."
    "It's not my place," Davyd said quickly.
    "Then make it your place," Dmitry urged. "She's too… beautiful, Dmitry," Davyd explained. "Royal will feel she's in competition. And you don't want that woman any more combative. She's already handful." Davyd would not betray Royal's trust and tell Dmitry that his wife's self-esteem could not take such a hard blow.
    "I'm not stupid. I know Victoria is beautiful, but she's also most qualified. Plus, I know her family. Her father owes me big favors, and he's still on my payroll."
    "I give it one month," Anatoly smirked.
    "I give it one week," Davyd bet against him.
    "She's been commissioned for one year , until Anya starts pre-school at the academy. This will help her have the edge she needs for school. Plus, Victoria went to Brown. She's a world traveler, and she plans to work for a reputable school for girls abroad soon. Learning how to understand families from inside helps her develop skills."
    "You don't have to sell us, papa," Anatoly grabbed the bottle of vodka. "I will be on plane out of here soon. You, on the other hand, will still be here with the two of them."
    Davyd chuckled.
    "Maybe this will help Royal," Dmitry said seriously. "She needs something to focus on. Having Victoria here might give her a chance to find out what that is."
    "As your wife puts it often, we’ll see ," Davyd said, getting up. "I better go and get car ready to take Royal to her shop."
    "She's going to work today?"