"Are you going to have breakfast, you little brat?" he continued with the same cheerfulness.

His perky smile terribly angered Kira.

“Stand there, grinning! And by your grace, they kicked me out of the office and recorded me as a prostitute!” shouted an inner voice.

- Why did you do that? Kira blurted out without a backstory. Her face turned darker than a cloud.

- What did you do? Kirill asked with mock alertness.

- Don't pretend! Wouldn't it have been easier to just fire me?

“I didn’t mean to fire you, Kira,” his lips stretched into a smile again.

You practically did it! she continued to rage.

“Listen, I...