IVAN’S POV 

Once the jet landed in New York, Nikolai and I parted ways. I headed to the office and Nikolai went home. I found Anton buried in paperwork when I walked into his office. 

“It's late, why are you still in the office?” I leaned against the doorframe as I spoke. 

“Ivan.” Anton’s face lit up when he spotted me. “You are back. You did ...