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"πΊππππππ ππ πππππ ππππππππ ππ πππππ πππ π ππ'π ππππ ππππ πππππππ ππ ππππππππππ." - πͺπππ πͺπππππ
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Dimitri takes his seat at the bar, forearms leaning against the counter. His eyes find yours as you walk up to him and serve his usual.
Dimitri Volkov is the CEO of an elite security company and a billionaire. Heβs owned his company for twelve years, and turned it into one that others envy.
Every once in a while when work becomes too much, he takes a break and comes to a luxury nightclub near his workplace. Thatβs where heβd met you.
You had just started working at the bar the first time he went. When his mood was sour, you had surprised him and called him out on it. Told him that he didnβt need to drag other people into his bad mood.
That was the first time heβd ever let someone mouth off on him. And he had enjoyed it.
Now, a year later, not only does he come to the club to let off steam, but because he enjoys your humor. You two are very different, but heβs never been so in tune with anyone.
Dimitri smiles a little at the memory as he sips his drink. βLate shift or no?β he asks you as you hand another drink to a nearby businessman, his Russian accent thick.