- Good morning, Igor Germanovich. German Petrovich is not here yet. But you can wait for him on the sofas. I can offer you coffee.

I saw how the man twisted his face, as if he had eaten a lemon.

- Fu, don't call me my patronymic. I immediately start to feel old. But I won't give up coffee. Espresso double without sugar. - said my guest and sat down on the sofa by the window.

I looked around. I offered coffee, but I did not know the location of the coffee maker.

Apparently, Nevsky's son understood my confusion and said with a grin:

- The coffee maker is in the break room in my father's study.

She moved towards the office and pulled the handle. The office is closed.

Have you received a copy of your office key yet?

- Not. I'm only on the first day. She released the handle and looked back at the man.

- In that case, I'll wait for my father, and we'll have coffee together. Igor looked at his wristwatch. “Especially since he will be there very soon.

Shrugging my shoulders, I sat down at the table and began to study the contents of the folders on the desktop of the laptop. Literally a few minutes later, voices were heard in the corridor, and almost immediately German Petrovich appeared on the threshold of the reception room in person. Nevsky was talking on the phone and moving at a rapid pace towards the office.

- Good morning, German Petrovich! I got up from the table and smiled at the director. I trained such a smile even when I worked in a hotel.

Nevsky stepped away from the phone for a second and, throwing a frown at me, said to serve Americano coffee with cream, and noticing his son, he said “Two!”. Then he continued the conversation and pulled the cabinet handle. Of course, she didn't give in. Nevsky looked at me in surprise and again pulled away from the phone.

- Why is it closed?

That's how bosses are. No "hello", no "goodbye" and immediately claims.

She doesn't have a key. - Igor answered for me, going up to his father.

Nevsky threw "I'll call you back" on the phone and dropped the call. Impatiently he began to fumble through his pockets, then opened the leather bag that he had been holding in his hands all this time and, lo and behold, the keys were found. German Petrovich opened the office and, leaving the keys in the lock, said somewhere into space: "Make a duplicate during the day." Well, what kind of communication? I don't understand, is it for me or not for me?

She trotted after the Nevsky family and saw a door on the right. This is probably the break room where the coffee machine was hiding from me. She looked at Igor, who was comfortably seated in an armchair at his father's desk, and saw how he nodded, smiling with one corner of his mouth. Like, I got it right. Then, more resolutely, I proceeded to the next room. Before me appeared a huge monster of foreign origin, intended for lovers of a tart and invigorating drink. Well, let's see what kind of animal you are. Thank God, engineering education and knowledge of English did their job. Very quickly, I made an Americano with cream and a double espresso. She found a tray nearby and, placing her masterpiece on it, carried it to the director's office.

- Don't you understand that if you invest in online advertising, we will expand our customer base, increase ratings, and don't forget about reputation management. The end consumer sits there and scribbles his reviews. It will be enough for me to contribute no more than twenty million to the strategic budget for the next year for media strategy.

- Igor, the budget for the next year has been formed. And you know it very well. I have enough clients. The only thing that does not suit me today is the delivery time to the Far East. Now this is the main problem. We need a branch in Vladivostok. And all the money will go to it.

Igor leaned back in his chair and waved his father's words away with his hand.

- Discuss this with your son-in-law. This is his area of ​​responsibility.

- Coffee? I moved closer with a tray.

Both men turned their heads towards me. The headmaster nodded and returned to the conversation with his son. I put the tray on the table and hurried out of the office. Already at the exit German Petrovich called me.

- Belova, prepare a folder with documents for signature and call the purchasing department. Remind Morozov that I'll be waiting for him at nine.

I nodded and left the office.

So, documents. They are in a folder. The folder should be here somewhere. She started fumbling around the table. On the right corner I saw two folders. One had documents to sign, the other already signed. How do they deal with the documents signed by the director? The initiators themselves come for them or need to be taken to the departments. Crap. Okay, let's figure it out. So. Now call Morozov.

- Morozov. Morozov. Morozov. I mumbled aloud as I leafed through a document called “contact map” on my laptop.

- Sounds like music coming out of your mouth, Victoria.

I looked up from the computer and saw Nikita Morozov on the threshold of the waiting room. I was embarrassed. On a day like this, I get into awkward situations. The man walked up to my steel.