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If Elias didn’t like it, he could pay me more, or better yet, forget the stupid debt altogether.
That wouldn’t ever happen, and I had six minutes left, so I quickly finished getting ready to go.
After one last look, I nodded, satisfied with my appearance. I hadn’t bothered with makeup or an elaborate hairdo. That wasn’t my style, and besides, what was the point?
I knew exactly what I was here for—and what I wasn’t—so I gave this event all the effort it deserved.
But I was curious.
Elias celebrating.
Were Crystal, Davit, and Amethyst involved, I could buy it.
But other than Crystal’s birth and Davit and Amy’s marriage celebration, I couldn’t recall Elias celebrating.
Years ago, back when I had been too dumb to know better and had thought that I could build some sort of rapport with him, maybe gain his favor, I had baked cupcakes for his birthday.
Even thinking of that day made me flush with embarrassment.
Elias had looked at the cupcakes like they were scorpions and walked away without even acknowledging them.
Narek and the men had appreciated them, though, and the gesture had thawed some of their hostility toward me. Unfortunately, it made Elias even meaner, and I’d learned my lesson.
So the idea of him celebrating made me curious, and as I rode the elevator down to the lobby, I definitely wondered what was up.
I clearly wasn’t the only one invited to this “celebration.”
The lobby was always a hub of activity, but it was positively buzzing tonight.
I nodded at Narek, Gohar, and a few of the soldiers who had accompanied me on various deals.
But, as best as I could tell, the entire Petrosyan family was here.
I had gotten to know a ton of people in the organization well enough to recognize them by sight and know their names, but clearly there were some I hadn’t met yet.
The lobby was teeming, and it wasn’t lost on me that other than Gohar, I was the only woman present.
I didn’t feel nervous.
Not exactly, anyway.
I knew I was safe enough.
I wasn’t sure what Elias had told the men about me, but I knew it was something.
Other than Narek, they all always gave me a wide berth, and on those rare occasions they spoke to me, it was with the utmost respect.
Still, I felt out of place and found myself searching for Elias.
I spotted him, noticeable even among the crowd of huge, tough-looking men.
I made my way toward him, feeling curiously relieved but doing my best to hide that.
He didn’t acknowledge me, but he knew I was there.
Still, he finished conversation with the man standing in front of him, though I was only able to make out a word or two here and there.
My Armenian, which had been exactly zero words before, had improved over the years, but I still found it difficult to follow the quick flow of conversation.
