25 Making it Up 2 (2/2)
Soon, they were pulling up to East Algood City, weaving through the streets to stop in front of the small apartment building turned office that was Petrov Technologies.
Ci-ci couldn't find a parking spot, so he turned on his emergency lights and hopped out of the car to lead Milana up the stairs, idly chatting with her. However, the calm and happy morning they were having came to an abrupt end the moment they walked into the lobby area.
Milana gasped in shock. Although Petrov Technologies was a small company without much of a budget, their presentation had always been acceptable. But, now? It looked like a storm had raged through their once neat lobby.
The soft rugs were nowhere to be seen, the couches were flipped over and had what looked like knife cuts running through them, even the computer monitor that Nellie used behind the reception desk was gone, leaving behind a mess of wires.
In the distance, toward Kazimir Petrov's first floor corner office, they could hear the faint sounds of yelling and anger. It sounded like a man trying to calm an agitated woman.
When Ci-ci realized this, he was certain that that voice was Nellie, the receptionist, and Kazimir.
Ci-ci grasped Milana's trembling hand, stabilizing her before they walked toward the office.
”Didn't I tell you to stop dealing with these people?!” Nellie shrieked. ”I stay here and help out of respect for my dead sister and Little Melly, but every action you take seems to want to run everything into the ground! The Russians aren't going to treat you well just because your last name is Petrov!”
”Nellie, I have all of this under control.”
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Ci-ci frowned when he heard The Russians were involved. The first day he came here as Ci-ci Bell, and not Lucius Grant, he had witnessed Petrov kicking out two large tattooed men. Considering their thick accents and the very specific tattoos they had and what they represented, Ci-ci immediately linked them to The Ghettos.
Back then, they had warned Kazimir about their boss, but he had all but told them to screw off.
Ci-ci felt a flame of anger boiling up inside of him. What would have happened had he not made Milana late this morning? What if she had been hurt?
These people had clearly come here to send a message to Kazimir. What if they decided that message would be better sent by hurting his daughter?
Ci-ci's grip on Milana's hand tightened. ”Stay with me for the next few days.” His tone didn't give any room for rejection, so Milana could only blankly nod.
At the moment, she felt quite empty. Things like this happened, but it had never been this bad before. Clearly things were worse than her father was letting on.