The next morning, Tesmee departed in her sleek, black private jet, its exterior gleaming with a gold lightning design that matched the opulent interior. The jet's luxurious amenities included a fully-equipped kitchen, dining area, bathroom, bedroom, and other rooms, all adorned with the same rich, gold color scheme.
Accompanied by Seig and her other men, Tesmee took off at 7 a.m. and landed in Moscow at 2 p.m. From the airport, they headed to a nearby five-star hotel, where Tesmee dropped off her small clothing bag in her room before setting out to grab a bite to eat.
With several hours to spare before her 9 p.m. meeting with Tyric, Tesmee decided to explore the city. She was drawn to Moscow's stunning beauty and architectural landmarks, eager to experience the city's unique charm and features firsthand.
At 6 p.m., Tesmee returned to her hotel room to freshen up. She emerged from the shower wrapped in a small white towel that seemed to barely contain her curves. As she sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone, a message caught her attention—an invitation to a gala party at the Volkov estate for influential people. She was surprised, and her mind immediately turned to the challenge of finding something to wear. Despite her tough exterior, she couldn't help but stress about her outfit, a trait that seemed to defy her otherwise cold demeanor.
Before she could rummage through her bag to see if she had packed any suitable evening gowns, there was a knock at the door. She answered it to find two men carrying several black gift boxes, each wrapped in black paper and adorned with black ribbons. The boxes varied in size, and a letter lay on top. The men silently placed the boxes on the bed and departed as suddenly as they arrived, leaving Tesmee looking stunned.
As she closed the door behind them, Tesmee's curiosity got the better of her. She cautiously approached the boxes, half-expecting to find something ominous inside. However, as she opened the first large box, she discovered a stunning red silk, backless, and form-fitting dress. The second box contained a pair of high heels with multiple straps and red soles, while the others held exquisite jewelry.
Tesmee's expression transformed from surprise to amazement as she opened the accompanying letter. The message read: "My apology for the late invitation. I know you'll shine in these as you always do. FROM TYRIC VOLKOV." Her eyes widened, and a beautiful smile spread across her face, her lips curving upward in a way that seemed to betray her tough exterior.
Tesmee looked stunning in the red silk dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. She paired the dress with the high heels and carefully selected jewelry to complete her look. With her hair styled to one side, she added a few spritzes of her exclusive Shumuk by Nabeel perfume, a rare fragrance crafted in the United Arab Emirates – only one bottle existed in the world.
After checking her reflection, Tesmee headed downstairs, flanked by her men, who escorted her to the gala with their usual vigilance. As they drove through the forest, the trees gave way to a majestic mansion, its modern architecture and beautifully designed fountains creating a breathtaking sight. The exterior was bathed in golden light, making it shine like daylight.
The convoy of luxury cars outside the mansion was a testament to the wealth and power of the guests. As the vehicles pulled up to the main entrance, security personnel and guards directed them to park in designated areas. The atmosphere was filled with elegance and the hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional cheer or laugh.
Tesmee's car pulled up to the entrance, and one of her men opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her out. As she stepped out of the vehicle, all eyes turned to take in her stunning appearance.
As Tesmee stepped inside, she was met with an even more breathtaking sight. The interior of the mansion was a masterpiece of design, with perfectly placed light stands and elegant glass chandeliers that refracted the light into a kaleidoscope of colors. The atmosphere was electric, with guests dressed to the nines, sipping on cocktails and mingling in a sea of opulence.
Tesmee's eyes scanned the room, taking in the lavish decorations and the guests' reactions to her presence. Some people were whispering to each other, no doubt discussing her unexpected arrival, while others were simply staring, drawn in by her striking appearance.
As she made her way through the crowd, Tesmee's gaze landed on a stunning display of drinks, arranged in a towering triangle on a nearby table. She reached out and grabbed a glass, taking a sip as she continued to survey the room. The music was pulsating, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, creating a sense of excitement and anticipation.
With her drink in hand, Tesmee began to mingle, her eyes locking onto various guests as she navigated the room. She was a vision in red, her presence commanding attention and sparking intrigue wherever she went.
As Tesmee continued to take in the surroundings, two men in black suits approached her, their faces expressionless. "Please follow us," one of them said, their tone polite but firm.
Tesmee's initial confusion gave way to curiosity, and she decided to follow them. They escorted her upstairs to a quiet, dimly lit office with brown walls and a bookshelf that seemed to stretch up to the ceiling. The room was hushed, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the air conditioning.
As she entered, her eyes landed on Tyric, a towering figure sitting behind a large, imposing desk. He was leaning back in his chair, a drink placed on the table in front of him. His attire was impeccable – a black polo neck sweater, black coat, and black trousers, complemented by an expensive-looking gold and black Rolex watch on his wrist. His face was chiseled, his features strong and handsome.
Tesmee's gaze locked onto his as she walked up to him, her voice smooth as she said, "I wasn't expecting this." A hint of a smirk played on his lips as he withdrew his left hand from his pocket and gestured for her to take a seat.
Tesmee sat down, her eyes never leaving his as she settled into the chair. Tyric leaned forward, his movements fluid, and sat down on the other side of the table, his chair creaking softly under his weight. The silence between them was palpable, filled with an unspoken tension that seemed to vibrate through the air.
Tyric leaned back in his chair, opening the drawer on his desk to withdraw a set of documents and a pen. He placed them gently on the table, closing the drawer with a soft click. Tesmee pulled the documents towards her, her eyes scanning each page carefully as she read through the contents.
As she signed each page, she handed the documents back to Tyric, her voice smooth as she spoke. "I hope this works well for us because..." Her sentence trailed off, interrupted by Tyric's sudden movement.