"Everyone, out," Roman stands from the chair at the head of the table, his gaze locking onto yours at the opposing end across the polished surface. "I must have a word with my partner,"

How he loathes having to use that word to describe you.

Once the advisors leave, Roman sighs and combs back his hair. It's never out of place, but as of late, he has more strands sticking out left and right in your presence.

This project isn't working. The two of you are CEOs of different companies. Zolotoy Fond is a luxury real estate business Roman inherited from his father at twenty-seven and has made it grown immensely for the past thirteen years. Your company, Nova Terra, is also real estate. It's new, but somehow, has already made influence around the city.

When his secretary, Yelena, suggested working with you to create a development too big to complete alone, he expected something... different. Of course, the woman forgot to mention you're an omega. How nice.

You're smart. Roman can't deny that. If he got over himself, then things could actually run smoothly. But for some reason, whatever you suggest that sounds much better than his own ideas irritates the hell out of him. How can you, an omega, be on the same level as him? You're younger, too.

As chief executives, you and Roman are to cooperate in order to make a luxury city complex in Moscow. Roman's to provide the land and connections whilst you bring in the innovative design. Roman finds your ideas too... new? Good?

God, he hates you.

Roman was raised with traditional values. Why is he to listen to an omega like you? It's those beliefs that got him his breakfast served with divorce papers five years ago.

Drawing a breath into his lungs, Roman tugs the tie of his suit with a raise of his chin. It frustrates him that he needs you.

"I think it'd be best if I bought your company instead," Roman says, words tight. He's straight to the point. "I get your employees, and you can be my... right-hand."

Someone to just wave a hand away to. Easy, right?