Obsessed with thoughts of a new job, she did not notice how she ended up at home. First of all, I decided to dispel my beliefs about the work of assistant secretaries.

After an hour and a half of careful study of the Internet, I was introduced to the duties of a secretary and, to my shame, I realized how wrong I was about the girls working in this position. Poor people, how do they manage to do all this? I made some basic notes in my notebook. I also recorded a couple of life hacks that should have been useful in my work. Next up was the dress code. This is where I have a clear problem. There was almost nothing office-style in my closet. In the hotel we had a uniform, but in everyday life I preferred casual. In the back of the closet, I found a knee-length sheath dress with a V-neck on the chest and three-quarter sleeves. The color of the dress was dark red, which is now commonly called wine. I loved this shade the most, because it favorably set off the color of my hair, eyes and my dark skin. I don't even remember on what occasion it was acquired. There wasn't much of a choice. Either a dress, or what was today. Yes ... Tomorrow I will have to call my girlfriends. Dashka definitely has something. Lawyer anyway.

Having prepared clothes and shoes for tomorrow, I looked at the clock. Dima will be here soon! I don't have anything for dinner. Will grumble again. Quickly cooked chicken with potatoes in the oven.

Dimka arrived, as always, around seven o'clock in the evening. I went into detail about how the interview went while my fiancé ate dinner.

- Well, you see, Vikul, and you were afraid! I should call my mom and thank her.

- Yes, Dim, definitely. What do you think the salary is? She dreamily raised her eyes to the ceiling.

- Yeah, it will be possible to change the car in the spring!

- A car? I lowered my eyes to Dima.

- Well, yes. The groom shrugged. - A wedding is a wedding, but I will soon have a new appointment, with such a position it is indecent even to drive in the domestic auto industry.

- Dima, don't you think that first we need to solve the housing issue? Or are you going to live in this rented odnushka for the rest of your life?

- Vic, well, you compared the car and the apartment! Completely different money.

- Yes, but it would be possible to save up for the down payment of the mortgage ... - I wrapped my arms around my shoulders.

Dima came up to me and hugged me. He put his chin on the top of my head and said sternly:

- We will have everything. You just need to be a little patient.

- And yet, Dim, I have absolutely nothing to wear to work. I'll take the money from what we saved. A little. I will buy clothes.

- Okay, we'll go to the mall this weekend and buy everything. Let this be an investment in the future. – my fiancé smiled and, leaving me alone with the dirty dishes, went to the bedroom.

Dimka spent the rest of the day watching TV. And I washed the dishes, put things in order, and prepared a shirt for him for tomorrow.

Around 9 p.m., an unfamiliar number popped up on my cell phone.

- Hello?

- Victoria, this is Larisa Ivanovna. Remember, I said I'd call.

- Oh yes of course. Good evening.

I'm sorry it's so late, but I just got out.

- It's okay. You wanted to tell me something.

- Yes, Vika, I wanted to. In outline. You are my protégé after all. - I practically saw how Larisa Ivanovna smiled on the other side of the tube. - In general, listen. According to the employment contract, your working day is from nine in the morning to six in the evening. Forget about it. You should be at work at least an hour earlier. Because German Petrovich can show up earlier, and he can delay. Situations are different. As for the appearance. No short skirts, deep cuts and transparent blouses. Is this all clear?

- Clear. She nodded, although of course no one saw it.

- And, Victoria, I strongly recommend staying away from gossip and all sorts of personalities.

- Personalities?

- Yes. Such as Morozov or Nevsky's son Igor.

Well, well, well. This Nevsky also has a son.

- Does this Igor also work at the factory? - I decided to clarify this point with Larisa Ivanovna. After all, if he is the same stray bird as his sister Inga, then there is nothing to worry about.

- Yes, he is in charge of the advertising and PR department.

- I understand you, Larisa Ivanovna. Thanks a lot.

- My pleasure. All. Be at work tomorrow at 8 am. Good luck to you! - Larisa Ivanovna dropped the call.

I went to bed with mixed feelings. What did Larisa Ivanovna mean when she said that I should stay away from Morozov and Nevsky's son? Why are they dangerous for me? At the expense of gossip, I, of course, was not at all surprised. In any organization, a world of gossip and intrigue thrives. And the larger the institution, the greater the scale of this gossip. The main thing is to behave decently, do your job and not discuss anyone with anyone. Because the simple truth, which says that those who discuss someone with you, discuss you with this person, has been familiar to me for a long time. Very soon, my thoughts began to get confused, and I fell asleep under Dimka's light snore.

Tuesday morning was hectic. Accustomed to the fact that I devote the whole morning to him, Dimka paced the apartment without understanding.

- Where's breakfast? Dimka said displeasedly.

- Well, Dim, cut some bread and sausage. You see, I can't do anything. - She answered while pulling on her dress.

- You should have gotten up earlier.

She measured the groom with a displeased look, I wanted to say a lot, but I restrained myself.

- Dima, now we both work and responsibilities should be divided in half.

- So what? In my family, my mother always did everything around the house. And everything succeeded. And work and run the household. It means that you are not trying hard if you do not have time to fulfill women's duties.

For some reason, it was embarrassing. That's how he always is. Completely unsuitable for life. She can't even wash a mug, let alone sandwiches. Thanks to his mom for that. Dima's mother, Tatyana Pavlovna, was madly in love with her son. He was a late and long-awaited child. The only blood. And, trying to protect her son from unnecessary worries, Tatyana Pavlovna did not at all prepare him for an independent life. I remember how once, when we had just started living together, Dimka found out in bewilderment that he had no clean underwear left. And this claim flew to my address. Before that, I had never lived with a man, except for my father. But my dad was in the military. He knew how to do everything around the house and even more. And iron a shirt and cook dinner. All the hardships and hardships shared in half with him. And here it is. 'Cause I honestly didn't understand the difficulty of throwing clothes into the washing machine and choosing a manual wash mode. Then she kept silent and did everything herself. It so happened that all household chores fell on my shoulders. Yes, it didn't really work for me. She worked for three days, the apartment is small, and there are only two of us. Managed. But now something else. Five days, and even with an irregular schedule. We will need to return to this conversation later.

She ran out into the street at the beginning of the eighth. All in the same stockings and boots as yesterday. The frost is terrible. Hastened to stop. Five minutes later I jumped on the bus. Already weaned from this morning hustle in public transport. But it didn't spoil my mood. I was very excited that my life was getting busy again and would not be limited to cooking lunches and dinners and going to the grocery store. I could never imagine myself as such a housewife in an apron, a dressing gown and with curlers. She smiled. For some reason, the image of Dima's mother immediately popped up in my head.

At about eight in the morning I went to the plant management building. I showed the security guard the pass given to me yesterday in the footage. He nodded approvingly, I took the elevator to the fifth floor and went to the reception. She hung her coat and handkerchief in the closet, and changed her boots for shoes. She went to the mirror. I didn’t have time to do anything with my hair today, so my hair flowed in light curls over my shoulders to the shoulder blades. Dimka is right, you should have gotten up earlier.

She looked around the reception. The first thing that caught my eye was the complete absence of vegetation and, as a result, the lack of comfort, in my opinion. Perhaps Nevsky does not like flowers. It will need to be found out. The walls were done in beige shades, the windows were covered with blinds. Small white leather couches lined the walls, and the floor was carpeted with light-coloured carpet. I wonder how often the cleaners come here? It's not so practical after all. Next to the door to the director's office was a desk with stationery and a thin laptop. Obviously this was the place of my predecessor, and now mine. I tried turning on my laptop. But he did not succumb to my actions. I thought that the contraption was probably discharged. The toe of her shoe reached for the pilot, who was located under the table. There was a click, but the light did not light up. She leaned under the table. Well, of course, the pilot is not in the socket. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach it. I had to go around the table on the other side and crawl under it, kneeling down. At that moment, when I stuck the pilot's plug into the socket and said: “Yes!”, Somewhere behind my fifth point, I heard someone whistle and say:

- Oh wow! Great start to the work day!

In fright, I hit my head on the back of the table and hissed angrily. In order to get out from under the table, I had to move backwards to the front. Imagine what a sight it was.

Red as a cancer, I rose from my knees and looked at the witness of my shame. It turned out to be a tall dark-haired man of about thirty in a strict and, of course, glowing high cost suit. His face looked familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him.

- Well, hello conqueror of pilots. How did you get here? The man chuckled, looking me up and down.

- I am the new secretary of German Petrovich. Victoria. She walked around the table and sat down on the computer chair.

The laptop turned on and I exhaled. At least my disgrace was justified.

- My name is Igor Nevsky. I am the head of the advertising and PR department. Let's get acquainted. We will have to meet often.

She raised her head to the guest. It's clear who he reminded me of. Yes, he is a copy of the father, only thirty years younger. The man held out his hand to me, and I put my hand in it, returning the handshake. The man unfolded my hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, then he kept his attention on my fingers and, stroking the nameless one without a wedding ring, smiled. She abruptly extended her hand, grabbed the mouse and, imitating violent activity, began to write out circles on the monitor, although the computer was still booting up.