She walked a few steps to the middle of the office and sat down on a chair next to Nevsky.

- Will you remain silent or will you introduce yourself? - Nevsky looked up at me from the documents that he was currently endorsed.

- My name is Belova Victoria Stepanovna. I am twenty five years old. Two higher educations - engineering and economics ...

- I'm not interested, Victoria. Nevsky interrupted me rudely. Let's get to the point. Are you familiar with the requirements for the position of assistant secretary?

She rolled her eyes. Job requirements? Will you need anything else besides answering calls and serving coffee?

- About Yes. answered vaguely.

- I have no time to discuss, I'm sure, your rich biography. It is important for me to know if you have experience in taking minutes of a meeting, business communication skills, time management, English language proficiency, knowledge of office work principles, and so on. But fast. There is still a full reception of candidates.

- I have the necessary skills in full. - Without blinking an eye, she lied to Nevsky, raising her chin high.

Nevsky looked at me attentively and raised an eyebrow.

- Ambitious.

- Essentially, as you wanted!

- In what way are you better than those who are outside the door? - Nevsky asked, pointing to the very door through which I entered the office, with an expensive fountain pen.

- Unlike them, I really need this job. – the answer came to mind by itself.

- Why did you decide that they do not need it?

- This work is necessary for their parents, but not for them.

- I understand what you're talking about. Nevsky chuckled. - Hmm ... Belova? It seems that Larisa Ivanovna told me about you?

- Yes it's me.

- Highly recommended to you. Well, - Nevsky got up from the table and pressed the speakerphone. - Larisa Ivanovna, come in.

Literally a second later, the head of the personnel department appeared in the office. She nodded to the director.

- We make out in Belova. Nevsky said with a dismissive wave of his hand. - Let everyone else go.

- I understand you, German Petrovich. - answered Larisa Ivanovna. - Victoria, follow me.

I got up from my chair and, saying goodbye to my now leadership, followed Larisa Ivanovna. Nevsky did not answer me, and again buried himself in the documents on his desk.

We left the office and a dozen pairs of eyes rushed at us. Larisa Ivanovna walked to the middle of the waiting room and announced loudly:

- Thank you very much for your attention to the vacancy of an assistant secretary. German Petrovich decided in favor of Victoria Belova. Thanks to all. Everybody's Free.

A wave of dissatisfied exclamations went through the reception.

- But how is it? After all, it wasn't even our turn. Isn't it customary to talk to everyone first? - a fair-haired girl got up from the sofa by the water cooler and headed towards us.

- I do not think that German Petrovich should explain his decision to anyone. - Larisa Ivanovna did not even raise an eyebrow.

I thought that she probably often had to deal with disgruntled applicants. And she stood and kept silent.

- But it's not fair. I have an MGIMO education, I had an internship in the States. - the girl did not let up.

- Inessa, if you or your father still have questions about German Petrovich's decision, I suggest that your father ask them to the director personally.

Larisa Ivanovna took me by the elbow and led me towards the exit from the waiting room. The girl, obviously not accustomed to such a rebuff, remained standing with her mouth open in indignation.

- Who is she? I asked the HR manager as we entered the elevator.

- Hey, don't pay attention. she waved her hand. - Daughter of the head of the legal department, Inessa Isakova. Her dad wants to drag her here by all means. So far it doesn't work. This girl is an absolute mess.

We went down to the second floor, where the personnel department was located. There were two girls in the office.

- Galya, we are applying for the position of German Petrovich's secretary. From tomorrow. - Larisa Ivanovna turned to the girl at the table by the window. - Victoria, please give Galya your passport, workbook and diplomas.

- Have a seat. - smiled a red-haired woman of about thirty-five. - Well, Lenka, drive a hundred. I said not from "our" .

I saw the girl at the next table laugh:

- I'll give it to you at lunch in a cafe!

They set me up quickly. I signed a temporary employment contract. Temporary because I have to go through a probationary period of three months, after which they will issue it officially. Seeing the amount of salary in the employment contract, she almost choked on tea kindly offered by the same Lenka that lost a hundred.

- Galina, are you sure that this is not a typo?

The woman took the document from my hands and carefully skimmed over the lines of the contract, then shook her head negatively.

- That's right. After the probationary period, there is also a bonus.

She smiled blissfully. With such a salary, even without taking into account a possible bonus, we will very quickly save up for a wedding, and possibly for a down payment on a mortgage.

- You gotta smile! Do you think that's just the salary? - Galya leaned closer to me - After Alexandra Gennadievna, not one of them stayed for more than a month!

- And who is Alexandra Gennadievna?

- The first secretary of German Petrovich. I worked with him for twenty years. Then she retired. Half a year ago. Since then, secretaries have changed like gloves. Nobody loves him. Galya spread her hands.

- Galina! - Larisa Ivanovna severely cut off the employee, dropping her glasses on her nose. - You talk, don't talk.

- Shut up, shut up. - Galina raised her hands up in agreement.

Larisa Ivanovna got up from her desk and escorted me to the elevator.

- Well, Victoria, we are waiting for you tomorrow. You left your contacts. I'll call you in the evening and explain a couple of things. Now I have a job. - said Larisa Ivanovna, escorting me to the door.

- Good. Thank you very much! - I firmly shook hands with a friend of my fiancé's mother.

- Thank you early. Let's see how you show up. Hello Tatyana.

In a very good mood, I pressed the button on the panel in the elevator and immediately remembered that I had left my coat and handkerchief in the principal's waiting room. I had to go up to the fifth floor again. I wanted to go into the reception room, but I heard voices and involuntarily listened.

- I do not care! Nikita, do not forget who contributed to your rapid career growth!

- My experience and qualifications contributed to my career growth, but not you dear little wife.

- If I said that I want to fly to the Dominican Republic, then we will fly there! And, if necessary, dad will send you on vacation by force!

- And then you will fly with daddy! Inga, stop the tantrum immediately. We are not at home.

But I have already booked tickets.

- Take it back.

- What about prepayment?

- I don't care. I have other plans for this New Year. And I told you about it.

- Go to your old people in the village? Wow, what an abomination. There's not even a proper restroom! I'll languish there!

Nothing will happen to you in three days. I said everything. I have a meeting in your father's office, people will come now. I don't need those cheap scenes. Ride home!

- But...

- Inga, go home!

I heard the click of heels and barely had time to move to a safe distance when the doors rumbled open. They opened them with nothing more than a foot. Before me appeared a girl of twenty or twenty-two with platinum hair and a chic mink coat. She did not pay any attention to me and moved towards the elevator tambourine under her breath.

After the girl disappeared into the elevator, I quietly looked into the reception area. There she saw a young man. He stood with his back to me.

Hello, I would like to collect my things. I said quietly.

The man turned around. He looked to be twenty-eight or thirty years old. Tall, blond, in an expensive suit. looking at me with a blank look of blue eyes, he asked again:

- I'm sorry, what?

- Things. Coat and scarf. Take. Can I? - hesitantly moved towards the sofa, on which she left her belongings.

- Who are you? – asked the man, watching my actions.

- I am the new secretary of German Petrovich. Victoria. - She took things and straightened her back.

- Hmm . - only the man gave out, examining me from head to toe.

- And you ... - I began, hoping to find out who was standing in front of me.

- Head of Procurement and Sales Department Nikita Morozov. You should hurry up, the meeting is about to start.

She furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.

- Well, will you take shorthand? Then you, Victoria, should hurry up and prepare everything.

- Oh no. I'm only starting tomorrow. – hastened to answer.

- All clear. Then good luck to you, Victoria.

At this time, the waiting room began to fill with people. And I hurried out of the room.

So I unwittingly overheard the family scene. That blonde named Inga is none other than the CEO's daughter. Inga Germanovna Nevskaya. Or Morozov? This handsome man is her husband. A relative of the governing body. You will need to keep your ear sharp with him.