Chapter Nine

M I K H A I L

“What?” Yana splutters as the stylists approach him. She backs away as though she’s being arrested, putting her hands up in surrender. “What’s happening?”

“Miss Allard, relax.” I let out a little laugh. “Let them take care of you, okay?”

“But what are they going to do to me?”

“Make you beautiful.”

Yana’s mouth goes wide. “So you mean I’m not?”

Oops. I turn to the stylists. “Take her away.”

“HEY!” she yells, but they manage to coax her into coming with them, taking her to the private conference room I have at the back of my office.

I take a peek before I close the door, and I’m pleased to see that they stylists bought all the clothes, accessories, and makeup that I told them to choose. Yana still looks like a fish out of water, but I’m certain she will adjust in no time.

I go back to my desk and start to flick through some documents containing our financial statements. I review the summary and see that there’s a mistake, so I decide to take a crack at checking them cover