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some respect.  That interaction had to be hard on her. It was the least that he could do to help keep some of her self-esteem intact. 
    “Fuck you, Dmitry. I’m not stupid,” Ivan said.  “The only reason that you haven’t gone after Arie is because you already know I’d kill you for it.”
    Dmitry shrugged his shoulders.  “Right, because you haven’t tried to do that before and failed, right?” He turned on his heels and dismissed Ivan.  “I’m going to get ready for this event.  I would ask that you both change into something more appropriate.”
    Arie looked down at her clothes again. “Why do I have to go?” she asked.
    “You go where he goes,” Dmitry said as he walked to the door. “Now sit down and eat.  Breakfast is on the way.”
     

 
    Chapter 4
    In the Executive Suites of Hutton Industries, a crowd of reporters, officials, and workers gathered to listen to Dmitry’s major announcement.  Word had leaked through the various channels, but everyone wanted to hear Dmitry Medlov say it officially. 
    All of his new board members had gathered in support of him, including Khalid, who wore a half-smile as he stood with the other men of the Vory v Zakone, who all knew the story of what had happened to his son.
    Dmitry pulled at his tie – a habit that his public relations team had tried to break many times before and then bent to the microphone.
    “Thank you for coming,” he said, voice booming across the small space.  Cameras flashed from around the perimeter, causing a stir of unease inside of him.  This would be a perfect time for an ambush, especially from Dorian. He only hoped that the security he had put in place would be enough.
    He cleared his throat, realizing that his sudden thought had caused a literal pause.  Stilling his racing mind, he continued.
    “Instead of issuing a press release as had previously been suggested, I felt it necessary to hold this press conference.  As many of you know, Hutton Industries had undergone one of the hardest times in its history.  We lost Catherine Hutton, the woman who helped build this organization to stand on the international stage as a monument of good businesses practices and global partnerships.  We lost nearly the entire board of directors due to a plane crash that created an international scandal at first and then was finally closed and labeled as a case of bad circumstance.  We restructured our business model to try to keep as many jobs as possible, especially those here in London and also abroad, but many of our investors chose to pull out and as a result our stocks have plummeted for four consecutive quarters.” 
    Taking pause, he shook his head. “This has been a trying time for us.  It’s been a difficult time for me as I watched what my late wife worked so hard to grow suddenly diminish.  And,” he swallowed hard, “it’s because of her and her work and the many Hutton’s who came before her that Hutton Industries must, at this time, file for bankruptcy with the High Court of London.”
    There was an audible gasp in the room, which surprised Dmitry, considering everyone knew what they were there for.  He only assumed that some in the room had believed the rumors to be false. 
    He looked up just in time for one of local rags to snap a shot of him.  He clenched his jaw, reminding himself not to lose his cool.  These people had a job to do and there would be no news conference without him.  Still, he couldn’t help but detest them.
    “What does this mean for Hutton? Well, it doesn’t mean that we’ll simply fade into the darkness. It doesn’t mean that our doors here in this fine building will be closed, it simply means that we will restructure into something smaller until long-term growth options become available,” Dmitry said, exhaling.  “I have with me the Chief Financial Officer and Chief Accounting Officer of Hutton to answer any additional questions that you might have and ask that you allow my