Zenovia

Maksimillian looked at me in utter disbelief and shock.

‘Doamne! What was I thinking? Why did I even say that?’

“Given that I… don’t… have anything to do,” I added as an afterthought.

The corners of his lips started to lift up into a smile. “Okay. What do you do, Zenovia?”

I took my cell phone and thought it was good to send him a copy of our signed deal. “What’s your email?”

He chuckled, watching my face. “This… I think this is a good idea!” he said and gave me what I wanted.

I suppressed a smile and sent him the copy of the document. “What do you...