At the bar (1)

Adriana's pov

I checked my watch again. 6:30 on the dot. Here I was, outside the Broken Antler, wiping sweaty palms on my jeans. Hopefully, I wasn't overdressed for an interview, but considering the dive Viktor had picked, my usual office attire wouldn't have flown. Instead, I went with dark wash jeans, a cute T-shirt, and some chunky jewelry to spice things up.

Clothes weren't everything, but looking good always gave you a confidence boost, and that's exactly what I needed right now. Bars especially ones that looked like this weren't exactly my scene, especially not solo. The outside wasn't exactly inspiring: faded paint, cracked cement, a burnt-out sign. It somehow fit Viktor personality – rough around the edges.

The guy was a jerk, loved to needle me. How I was going to survive an interview without throttling him was beyond me. But hey, there was a hefty sum of money already deposited in my account, with the promise of more to come.

Thanks to Aldrich and his mysterious client, G