ANTON’S POV

Pacing the office, I felt anxious as we had received orders that surpassed what we had in recent months. The money was good, yes, but the work was too much. 

“Anton, we have been invited to Nikolai’s office by his assistant in an hour,” Alexa said, interrupting my thoughts.

“Why?” I rubbed my neck as I felt fatigue kick in. 

“Additional routes,” Alexa shrugged his ...