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couldn’t meet with Natalia first, then Orlov. But Dylan was good at stalling contracts. He knew he was exceptional at what he did – that first internship after he’d left college had taught him some invaluable negotiating skills. In fact, it’d made him the success he was today. Thank goodness he hadn’t thrown it away for love. For Sarah.
     
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    Dressed in his Armani suit, Dylan made his way up to the Grafton Techs offices, in Central London. He was accustomed to expensive and lavish offices in Manhattan, but this place was the antithesis – the entire building was stark, old, and dowdy. But there wasn’t much point in refurbishing – he didn’t plan to retain this company for long. Most of the back-office staff were in the process of being let go, because when he and Adam eventually did sell this software company, the buyer would only want the technical staff, their clients, and their specialisation in the marketplace. In other words, Grafton Techs was currently being treated to a Quinlan Brothers streamlining makeover – and that didn’t include prettying up the offices. So the blue carpet tiles and shoddy plywood furnishings would have to do for now.
    Dylan grabbed a coffee and retreated to his office to get on with some work until Orlov arrived. But he couldn’t get Sarah out of his mind. Just seeing her again had overwhelmed him – pulled him out of the mundanity of his life. Perhaps it was because she reminded him of his happier days as a student. But perhaps his student days had been happy because of Sarah. She’d certainly brightened up his life back then…
    The sound of his phone ringing dragged Dylan back to the here and now – it was the receptionist letting him know that Orlov had arrived. He braced himself for trouble. But surely even the young Russian tycoon wouldn’t kill him on his own turf?
    But really, who knew what he was capable of – the guy stank of corruption. Orlov was one of the youngest men in Russian politics. He was still only twenty-five and he’d already been Mayor of Moscow and investigated for tax fraud and extortion. Dylan guessed that buying the soccer club made a good front for his shady deals, so he could lie low in London and wait until his plans for Russian politics came to fruition. Dylan wouldn’t have been surprised if he was heading for the top job of Russian President. But he’d need to bide his time for that position – the current President had been occupying his seat in the Kremlin for almost twenty years. Orlov definitely had it in him, though. His chiselled features, strong jaw, and high cheekbones made him the epitome of a powerful leader. And that arrogant twinkle in his eye made Dylan glad he was one-hundred percent straight – he’d seen hardened businesswomen turn into gushing teenagers from a single Orlov wink. The ladies loved him, but he’d famously fallen hard for Natalia last year and married her fast. What a shame she wasn’t quite so enamoured with him after all. But perhaps that was more to do with Orlov’s unpleasant personality. He was handsome and charming, but stern and merciless. Dylan wondered how many other men he’d already had killed after finding out they’d been messing about with his beloved wife. And what would his punishment be for Natalia if she ever got caught?
    Dylan strode out of his office with his head held high, knowing he looked powerful and commanding. He didn’t let his surprise show as his gaze fell upon the assassin from last night, plus another burly Russian bodyguard loitering by the main exit. Orlov himself was sitting causally in the drab reception, typing on his laptop, pretending he hadn’t noticed Dylan. The power games were in full force this morning, but Dylan knew the rules and refused to lose.
    “Good morning, Mr Orlov,” Dylan said, forcing himself to be professional.
    Orlov stood and thrust out