Chapter 142: A Meeting of Power
The Volkov Estate was nothing short of a fortress.
Surrounded by high walls, armed guards, and a security system more advanced than most government facilities, it was clear that Mikhail Volkov was a man who didn't take chances.
I walked past the iron gates, my hands in my pockets, as the guards eyed me cautiously.
One of them, a tall Russian with a scar across his cheek, nodded. "Mr. Gebb, Mr. Volkov is waiting for you."
I smirked. "He always does."
The estate was a masterpiece of power and wealth. Grand chandeliers, marble floors, and a smell of aged whiskey filled the air.
As I entered the main lounge, I saw him.
Mikhail Volkov.
The kingpin of Eastern Europe's business empire.
A man whose influence stretched from corporate offices to the darkest corners of the underground world.
He sat in a large leather chair, a cigar resting between his fingers, his piercing blue eyes studying me like a chess piece.