Satte took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's understandable. This isn't just another interview, Nicky. This is a beginning of a very demanding collaboration."
Julian laughed, thinking it was a joke. "Of course you are. You're Nicky Satte. You're supposed to be exhausted. It's part of the charm. The weary king." defloration nicky satte full