Fernando sat in the private booth in the expensive but surprisingly quiet bar. Drinks were being fed to him by the two women he had seated on either side of his lap, each of them giggling and touching him seductively.
"You're so handsome, Mr. Stolov," the red-haired woman flattered.
He chuckled. "There is no need to be so formal, baby girl. Just call me Fernando."
The brunette grabbed his chin, leaving a kiss on his lips. "Do you think you can possibly bring your family's name to rise above the Di-grassi in the rankings here in Valestra?"
Fernando grinned. "What do you think?"
Both women exchanged glances.
"I'm about to sign a million-dollar contract."
They giggled softly, each poking his face. "You're a big man, Fernando," the redhead spoke, her voice squeaky.
"You're not going to forget us once the contract is completed, right? I mean, your success is all over social media," the brunette added.
Fernando threw his head back, breaking out into a hearty laugh.
