Mr. Stolov stormed into the office. Fernando immediately rose to his feet. "Dad."
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Sasha." He questioned, "Where the heck is she?"
"How would I know?" Fernando held a frown. "You barged in asking like I had something to do with her disappearance."
Mr. Stolov's balled his hands by his sides. "Fernando, I'm not going to ask twice. Where is she? So many models have quit, because of you. I don't doubt she's gone because of you. So where the hell is she?"
Fernando ran his fingers through his hair.
"Why are you so worried about her?"
"Meaning what?"
"Why do you care so much? Wait…" He smirked. "Is she your mistress or something?"
Mr. Stolov's face twisted in disgust. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?"
"Why else are you so worked up?"
"You don't know what the fuck you're spitting out. What in the world would I do with her?"
