Varya glanced at her watch, irritation flickering in her eyes as she noted how late Sylvia was. Though she despised waiting, she kept her composure because meeting Sylvia was too important to let frustration get the better of her.
She took another sip of her second coffee, exhaling softly before picking up her phone to call Sylvia. Just as she was about to dial, a voice from behind interrupted her.
"I'm sorry for making you wait. I got an urgent work," Sylvia said, pulling out a chair. But the moment her gaze landed on Varya, her expression shifted from casual apology to shock. "You?" she blurted out, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Varya stood gracefully, meeting Sylvia's stunned gaze. "I am Varya Sokolov," she introduced herself.
Sylvia's surprise quickly morphed into irritation. "You got my number from Roger, didn't you?" she accused.
"Yes," Varya admitted without hesitation. She gestured toward the chair. "Why don't you sit?"
