And then another flight, duty-free, where I chose good perfumes and cosmetics from the royal hand of Valery, a few hours of sleep, a shower, breakfast, public transport ... a reception room, an office routine. Several dozen folders on the table with self-adhesive stickers. Sense that I was absent for three days? None of the employees were going to do their own work, which can easily be dumped on the secretary of a junior member of the board of directors. But I wasn't going to put up with it anymore. This is the first thing I will ask Valery - to take off the shackles of the slave of smart-ass departments.

Because of this, there was a public outcry. I was polite, extremely polite, when I called the departments and asked them to pick up a bunch of other people's files. I did not refuse only a couple - the advertising department, since its employee was pregnant, and the personnel officers, who were more loyal to me. But few were ready to put up with the fact that now they would have to do their own work.

Sarvilov, director of the sales department, burst into the reception room, pushing the accountant who had run in to inquire about the documents.

Are you completely crazy, doll? - blushing from running up the stairs, he yelled. - It should have been done yesterday! Is that clear? Yesterday!

Stop yelling! - I breathed, choking with resentment - You know perfectly well why I was absent!

I don't fuck, for what! Mouth scribble blowjob, fingers - what I gave! It's clear?

The appearance of Ivleev stopped his tirade. Ordering the head of the department to go into the office, he left. For about five minutes raised voices buzzed there, and finally the crimson Sarvilov jumped out. And until the evening I fought off the attack of those who like to live at someone else's expense. There were also those who ran to complain to Ivleev. Forgetting about the unspoken ethics, I hurried first, explaining the situation. She did not regret either Sarvilov or his kind. The boss reacted quickly: he called an unscheduled meeting and told the department directors everything he thought about them. And I... I've made new enemies. And I appreciated the full extent of their deceit two days later.

After the burden of someone else's work was removed from my shoulders, I managed to cope with the main one. Leaving work at the right time, and not when the boss decides, was a breath of freedom for me. The lunch break has also become regular. By the way, in the circle of girls, I zealously denied our relationship with the boss, so that they would believe me, I came up with a legend according to which I myself ordered night butterflies to his room. This was readily believed, although not by all. Yes, and I myself felt that everything in me literally screams about the true state of things.

Valery rarely appeared at the workplace these two days, and I began to catch myself thinking that I was missing him. I miss the look in which the promise of the most depraved pleasures vied with admiration. A voice that brings a smile to your lips. By the smell of a man who can make panties wet in no time. I wanted to look as beautiful as possible for him, and I lowered part of my salary to a beauty salon. And all my tricks have borne fruit.

At lunchtime, when I was about to go to the cafeteria and show off my changes in appearance to the girls, the boss called me to his office, telling me to hang a “business negotiations” sign on the door before that. And honestly, it would be better to hang "do not disturb."

No words were needed. I barely had time to put the documents collected for signature on the table, when Valery hugged my waist and kissed me - greedily, not allowing me to come to my senses or object. He pulled up her skirt to her waist, pulled her panties down and sat her on the table, impatiently unbuttoning her fly. From the touch of the cool marble of the countertop to the buttocks, I involuntarily gasped. Having moistened his fingers with saliva, the boss entered me two at once, exciting, preparing, at the same time managing to shower my face and neck with kisses.

Vika, damn it. You really drive me crazy! - growled, replacing his fingers with a member. I barely had time to put my hands up as a support, bent over to take it as deep as possible. It's amazing how quickly I got turned on for his hasty invasion!

My buttocks slid across the glossy table, orgasm overtook like a tsunami - inevitably and swiftly. I groaned, breaking into a scream as the sweet spasms carried me to the heights of ecstasy. We completely forgot about contraceptives, but at the last moment Valery pulled back, releasing a seed on the black marble of the table.

We were breathing heavily. The air in his office smelled of sex and desire. My hands did not obey as I hastily cleaned myself up and erased the evidence of our intercourse from the surface.

“From next month you will receive eighty percent more,” said Ivleev, buttoning up his trousers. - Not because we slept together. I can appreciate returns.

I nodded. There was no point in refusing or pretending to be indignant. I was kept on the salary of an intern for so long, while being overwhelmed with work. After waiting for the boss to cope with the trembling in his hands and sign the documents, I hurried to the reception, hoping that there was no one there, and I would have time to put my make-up and hair in order.

Alas, the waiting room was already waiting. And not colleagues at all. I almost stumbled as I came face to face with a pretty girl who was looking at me with genuine shock.

She was in a luxurious red leather suit, with a high hairstyle, and very much resembled the terminator V-ex performed by Christiane Loken. Mumbling something that sounded like an apology, I literally ran to my workplace, trying to ignore the feeling of impending disaster. And when Ivleev followed me, everything fell into place.

Katya, dear? - he repeated in a voice hoarse from shock, clumsily tucking his shirt into his trousers and not noticing that a smeared trace of my lipstick was turning pink around his mouth.

I was ready to fall through the ground. But at the same time she looked at Katya Ivleeva with a bit of indestructible female curiosity. Comely. It is difficult to call her a beauty, but the aura of a rich, sleek life offsets the lack of external data. We must be about the same age. I looked up, trying to make it clear that Valera and I weren’t copulating on the table at all, but were reading the contract ... and involuntarily shuddered.

This sleek rich bum knew all about us. And her appearance was not accidental. And the way she looked at me... that look could freeze Africa. Shut up even a pack of football fans. Because I became physically ill from the hatred in the blue eyes. So strong that I felt like I had just been sentenced.

The association scared me. Alarm bells in the mind turned into bells. I tried to hide my face behind the mirror. It would be better if I didn’t do this: my hair is disheveled, and on my lips there are the remains of the same lipstick that was generously smeared on Ivleev’s chin ...

I couldn't even move. Paralyzing, like a grave, the cold penetrated the soul, causing a flash of panic. I watched Valery take his wife to his office, taking advantage of her state of shock. When the door closed behind them, she dropped her head helplessly on the table.

This is the end. You can collect things. Nothing will happen to Ivleev, but here I am ... I remembered the warnings of the grandmother council, the fate of my predecessors.

Katya can be dangerous. And I wasn't smart enough to be careful.

The phones continued to ring, and I was so disoriented by what had happened that the attempt to answer turned into some gaps in memory and time. She transferred calls to the reception, as she always did when going to dinner, put her hands to her burning cheeks.

I got in. But what was Valera thinking when he was crucifying on the table, not listening to any objections or common sense ... although, did I really mind?

Half an hour later Katya came out of the office. My ears rang, my muscles tensed, my subconscious screamed “danger!”. Mrs. Ivleeva's eyes looked slightly swollen, and only this indicated that there were tears. True, I did not hear screams and the sound of breaking dishes. The girls said that Katya never showed her husband. She always blames women in any situation. Provoked, seduced, bewitched. While her husband showers with diamonds and does not insist on heirs, Katya tolerates his jumping into buckwheat. Much more pleasant to destroy an opponent.

The brown-haired woman's eyes narrowed, and a semblance of a smile appeared on her lips. But this did not deceive me. I gripped the arms of the chair with my fingers and watched her approach with a crouching gait. In it and truth now was something predatory and merciless.

Thin palms with sharp long nails, painted in Khokhloma, rested on the table top. I clung to her manicure like a lifeline. But, considering each curl, she still could not escape from the cold of the deadly cold of female hatred.

- Imprudent, Vik-ka, - although I understood that behind Katya's mockery lies resentment and pain, contempt slashed like a hundred blades in one second. - Women who sleep with other people's husbands begin to have problems with the ovaries.

“The brigade, a replica of Bely's wife,” I thought. But this diversion was immediately covered by the ninth wave of a panic attack. I wanted to jump up, rush after the bitch in red leather, swear by the health of the people closest to me that there was nothing between me and her husband! To beg not to throw out dreams from work, to sincerely curse the moment when the demon beguiled and I answered Valery in return! The fifth sense cannot be deceived and cannot be drowned out by anything. It was now yelling at the top of its voice, urging me to correct the situation, only it had, like me, no idea how to do it.

I remained sitting in the chair, unable to move. Alas, I could not have imagined that the loss of a job would soon turn out to be the most insignificant of my breakdowns!

Forty minutes later, Ivleev came out. As soon as he looked at me, he nervously pulled his tie. By that time, I was already rushing around the waiting room like a hunted animal, unable to cope with a panic attack. Alas. Valery did not come up to me with the intention of reassuring me, did not throw a standard phrase that everything will be fine. He completely forgot about me at that moment.

- I'm gone. Cancel all appointments! - rudely threw, not deigning a look.

Oddly enough, it didn't really bother me. First, Katya's silent threat left no room for other feelings. And secondly ... I realized with amazement that I did not feel anything. No desire to cling to his shoulder and feel protected, no pain from the upcoming parting ... nothing! Passion was like a volcanic eruption. After the lava of sexual madness erupted and solidified, nothing could re-ignite it.

My flight was interrupted by storm clouds of impending disaster.

Several days have passed. On the second day after his wife's visit, the boss did not show up at work, which, oddly enough, caused a sigh of relief. There were moments when I wanted to believe that he was brainwashing his wife into leaving me alone. It was the least he could repay me for being close.

You can't hide anything in a big company. Rumors grew to catastrophic proportions. Someone said that Katya caught us right in the waiting room, pulled out my hair and hit my husband. And for the first time, the Grand Council did not taunt or attack. Everyone, including the caustic Ira Gurova, looked at me with concern and sympathy. No one else scared Katya Ivleeva with her father and did not retell the horrors about the missing secretaries. They didn’t even ask the boring questions “whether it was or not” with Valerik on the table. And it was more depressing than direct threats.

I felt the approach of something terrible, but I could not understand what it was connected with. No one fired me or even transferred me to another department, away from Ivleev. Yes, and the promised increase of eighty percent was paid as a bonus - but the next month it was included in the base salary. Valery's wife no longer appeared in the company and did not call. But it was foolish to think that they forgot about me. The clouds were thickening. I didn't know what to expect. Substitutions for a large amount? Attacks? Disgraceful dismissals? The unknown was frightening.

Ivleev, on the other hand, quickly forgot that his wife practically caught us on each other. I saw hints in his eyes, words, gestures. But the thought that I would have to share his bed with him again made my stomach ache. It seemed to me that Katya would find out about this, and ... although she already knew enough already.

We were no longer close. I saw how Ivleev's face closed up, and irritated notes appeared in communication with me. Valery regretted that he raised my salary - he expected that I would sleep with him on demand, and not two miserable times.

One day I brought documents to sign. The boss blocked my escape route at the door. He ran his fingers over his lips and commandingly, saying something like “baby, don’t be afraid, respect me,” he pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel down. And I, cursing myself for such a weak character, almost took the required pose, but then it was as if a tub of cold water was doused over me.

Katia. Threats. Cameras. Nothing will happen to him. And I may not be.

Bullet flew out of the office, holding back tears. Valery, not wanting to give up sex, found me in an empty meeting room, almost forcibly put me in a car and took me to one of his houses on the outskirts of the city.

The body betrayed me. Horror poisoned the poison of panic. Then I decided to talk to the boss, telling him about Katya's threats. Alas, he only laughed at my fears, said that this gangster daughter was under his cap, and I should react less to this. Where did my stress tolerance go? Find her, they say, and don't lose it anymore.

Despite the fact that I was still able to enjoy that night, the fear did not let go. I was no longer attracted to Valery the way I used to be. I felt like I was rushing into the abyss, and the boss, obsessed only with his own wishes, did nothing to keep me. Probably, after that night, the pink veil finally fell from my eyes. I saw a non-sexy boss, rich, strong and exciting. I saw only the heir to a dynasty of jewelers, spoiled, self-centered, obsessed with himself and his desires. He simply used everyone around him, paying off with money and not thinking about their future fate. The unhealthy jealousy of his wife flattered him, so he did not lift a finger to protect those who were attacked by Catherine's wrath. And I was no exception.