“Logan,” Aleksei called from the left.
“Right, sorry.” Greg hastened his steps to catch up.
“Stay close. Don’t want you getting lost in here. Believe me, it’s happened.”
“I can imagine. This place is pretty big.”
Greg was led to the living room. Two large couches faced each other, an overstuffed lounge chair was at the head. That’s where Maxim sat with a cigar in his hand. Boris and another guard Greg had seen last night stood off to the side near the windows. They watched him like a hawk.
“Logan, have a seat.” Maxim waved him to one of the couches.
Greg took a seat closest to Maxim on the left side so he could see anyone who came into the room.
“So,” Maxim took a puff of his cigar before releasing it into a cloud of smoke above his head, “You want to work for me.”
“I do.”
“What do you know about my business?”
It was a trick question. If he knew too much, he would be seen as a cop. Not enough info and he was just a junkie looking to steal.
“You own several night clubs in Vegas. You’ve amassed quite a reputation and wealth with them.”
“But you don’t want a job at the night clubs.”
“No.”
“And what is it you want to do?” His head cocked to the side, studying him.
“Word on the street, you’re the man to see about getting anything. A man like that could use a network of people to help move shipments around from club to club or other locations. Someone that doesn’t ask a lot of questions.”
Maxim crossed his left ankle over his right knee as his left hand fiddled with the end of his cigar. Ash scattered on the marble floor even though there was an ashtray on the end table next to him.
“Maxim, you asked to see me—” Zoe breezed into the room wearing hip-hugging white pants that flared out mid-calf to her feet with a large brown belt holding them up. Her toes in matching brown sandals peeked out with every step she took. She wore an off the shoulder white top with a V-neck stopping just above her cleavage. She stopped mid-stride when she noticed Maxim wasn’t alone. “Logan, what are you doing here?”
“Ah, Zoe, perfect timing,” Maxim announced.
“Perfect timing for what?” she asked apprehensively. Greg could sympathize; Maxim was a hard man to read, and he didn’t know what would happen next.
“Zoe, meet your new driver,” Maxim stated, pointing his cigar at Greg.
Zoe’s head whipped to the side so fast, Greg was shocked she didn’t get whiplash. “My what? No, I don’t need a new driver.”
“You said he needed a job, so I gave him one.”
“Yes, but I didn’t expect him to be my driver. Make him part of your security team or something.” Greg didn’t know why it amused him that she was so against him being her driver, but it did. He couldn’t say he was upset about it. Driver wasn’t his ideal job, but it would give him access to locations where they conducted business.
“After last night’s events, you need better protection.”
“I appreciate the concern, Maxim, but I have Aleksei for a driver.” Greg looked around for the kid, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Not anymore. Logan here will drive you. End of discussion.” Maxim slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. Due to the plush material of the chair, it wasn’t very loud, but the implication was there.
A tic worked in Zoe’s jaw before she turned her thunderous gaze on him. If she could have incinerated him with her eyes, he’d have been a pile of ash. He didn’t know why she was so upset with him. He didn’t have anything to do with Maxim’s decision. Not that he could be upset over the turn of events.
“Fine, I need to get to a meeting. I assume you have a car.” She huffed, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I do.”
