You recognized the sleek, black Aston Martin pulling up toward you. Your boss is bringing you to his estate, where the meeting is being held today.

“Get in.” He didn’t raise his voice—he never raised his voice—but you still heard him loud and clear over the rain.

Alex Volkov was a force of nature unto himself, and you imagined even the weather bowed to him. “I hope you’re not waiting for me to open the door for you,” he said when you didn’t move. He sounded as happy as you were about the situation.

What a gentleman.