In the morning, it was not immediately possible to establish the source of the nasty sound. But after a few seconds, Veronica realized that this was her dear alarm clock. And in general - six forty-five, Tuesday, until Saturday as to China on foot, and at work a new general director, with whom a meeting was scheduled at two o'clock.

Yesterday, Veronika got home late - while talking to the new bosses, while she overcame the remains of a traffic jam on the new bridge, and then there was also something standing on the turnoff from the bridge to Kuzmikha. From the threshold, the news spilled out on my mother - the bosses had changed, and now only God knows whether they will leave her at work or not. Hastily ate something, stood under the shower, watered the ficuses and violets on the balcony, and, like the secretary Alyona, soaked orchids in basins, and then only went to her room.

And the devil pulled her to go online and see what is generally known about their very new bosses!

Viktor Ledyany did not have an account in contact. There was Mikhail Ledyanaya - judging by the photo, the same younger brother, also - Alisa Ledyanaya, Lina Ledyanaya, Anna Ledyanaya and Artyom Ledyanoy. The last two had pictures from cartoons instead of pictures.

Among the classmates named, only Lina and Artyom were found at all.

Facebook was more fun. There, Veronika found Viktor Ledyany's account, but he did not write in Russian in it. Not a word. And he wrote in different, do not believe it, foreign languages. Veronica normally recognized only English, in his profile he also had French and Italian. Then she was surprised to see a huge “relatives” tab, and there was not a single normal Russian name! However, no. Here is Michael, it is written - Mike. Is that Lina? Lyanna? The devil will understand them. Alice was also found. Here is Polina, who is this? Wow, this is the wife of the chief, judging by the photo! Education - Sapienza University of Rome, city of residence - Rome. Here is a definite family photo, posted in April - three men she saw today, plus an Italian countess, plus two women Veronica's age - one with bouffant ash-blonde hair, noted - Alice, the second is a brunette with a long braid, noted - Lianna. And four children - a boy and a girl of primary school age, the boy looks like the oldest Iceman, the girl looks like an Italian countess, plus a preschool girl and a baby in the arms of an ashen-haired woman. The signature was not even in English, Google translator deciphered the language as Italian and said that it says “Our beloved mother’s birthday” there. Even in the relatives there were several people with a clear French surname, Veronica did not know how to read it correctly. There were mentioned two men with the names of Paul and Philip, and four women - Marguerite, Claire, Monica and Eloise. plus a preschool girl and a baby in the arms of an ash-haired woman. The signature was not even in English, Google translator deciphered the language as Italian and said that it says “Our beloved mother’s birthday” there. Even in the relatives there were several people with a clear French surname, Veronica did not know how to read it correctly. There were mentioned two men with the names of Paul and Philip, and four women - Marguerite, Claire, Monica and Eloise. plus a preschool girl and a baby in the arms of an ash-haired woman. The signature was not even in English, Google translator deciphered the language as Italian and said that it says “Our beloved mother’s birthday” there. Even in the relatives there were several people with a clear French surname, Veronica did not know how to read it correctly. There were mentioned two men with the names of Paul and Philip, and four women - Marguerite, Claire, Monica and Eloise.

It's interesting, Veronika thought, what all the employees of the GN company, now a branch of Prodles, have gotten themselves into today?

Stalking online took an unforgivably long time, Veronica went to bed after twelve. Nothing, we'll break through.

The next morning we managed to get to work with almost no problems and traffic jams. Ask Alena to make coffee, check the mail. Oh, from the bank. What do we have? Yeah, written confirmation of consent to split the necessary payment into three parts. First today, second before the end of the week, third next. Veronika picked up the phone and told the accounting department to prepare documents, plus track how things are going with payments promised by the end of the week from clients, and immediately inform her.

Accounting worked quickly, the first payment went even before lunch. Phew, you can breathe.

In the cafe on the first floor, where they all went to have lunch, Veronika saw Marina Boyko, the deputy in personnel. She was appointed by the new boss at eleven in the morning, probably, they had already talked it over. Curious, so she walked over to her table.

- Hi. How are you already shot?

- Oh, Veronichka, sunshine, hello, - Marina has always been a little cloying. - Yes, we had such a nice talk, everything is to the point, he catches right on the fly what we have and how. I think it will be much better than before, here.

Marina smelled with terrible force of some kind of killer-sweet perfume, her eyes were skillfully and brightly made up, the top button of her blouse was unbuttoned, a thin chain with a diamond pendant shimmered around her neck. The cut hair is styled in a new way. Did Marina also fall for the fact that the new boss is not married, just like her Alyonka? So Marina has a husband and a son ...

- Well, well, - Veronica nodded.

- Haven't you gone yet?

- No, the first after dinner.

“Good luck to you,” Marina smiled. “Tell me later, okay?”

“Of course,” Veronika nodded and went to her table, where Margarita Romanovna was already instructing the waiter where to put which plates.

After dinner, Veronica ran to her place, took the prepared folder and went to the opposite end of the corridor - where the office of the authorities was located. Previously, she went there calmly when she needed to, and, frankly, did not always observe the accepted subordination - because Nedolyubov was often dumb, whining, saying - “Well, Andreevna, you know what to do, do it, please - well, call them yourself, well, say that I'm not there, that I've disappeared, failed, and that the money will someday be sure. Veronica hoped that there would be no such problems with the new boss. But will there be others?

The reception area was quiet. Zhenya did not chat with anyone on the phone, as she usually did, but sat at her computer with an unusually sad look. In violation of her traditions, she wore almost no make-up, her bleached hair was gathered in a ponytail, and her blouse was tightly buttoned. And there is no eternal chewing gum.

“Come in, Veronika Andreevna,” she said sadly, “Viktor Valentinovich is waiting for you.”

Veronica pressed the doorknob and entered.

- Good afternoon, Veronika Andreevna, - the new boss got up from the table, looked at her carefully, shook her hand (well, wow, as it happens - she thought), and offered to sit down.

Finally, she had a chance to look at him. Tall, strong, powerful, blond hair, not like the other brother. The eyes are grey. The look is tenacious, attentive, but not hostile. Neat beard and mustache. The suit matches the eyes, sits like a glove, in the most favorable light shows both the turn of the shoulders and the slender figure. There is a pin in the tie, cufflinks on the cuffs. Wedding ring - no.

Well, hold on, Victor Ledyanoy. Well, our women and girls will not let you breathe.

In the morning, acquaintance with the employees began. No, yesterday Nedolyubov introduced the three of them to the team, but Vik had to form his own opinion about those who were under his arm.

The first was Dmitry Sergeevich Pomerantsev, deputy for logistics, forty-two years old, married, two children of school age. Here, if not everything, then a lot depended on him, and he had to be aware of why the company does not fulfill contracts on time, disrupts delivery, and constantly falls into fines or debts.

Frankly, he made a good impression on Vic. He coherently spoke about the old fleet of vehicles, which is constantly breaking down, about how a loan was taken for new cars, the same one that cannot be repaid now, because there are only five percent of the new cars from the total and there is no way to put them on all flights. capabilities. He showed graphs, tables and diagrams, in general, he was convincing. We talked for about an hour, Vic wrote down a few questions for himself, which he was going to ask others later.

Next came Marina Borisovna Boyko, deputy for personnel. Thirty-four years old, married, has a son. Well, thought Vic, you can immediately see that the aunt, her mother. It reeks of spirits so that at least right there open the window to ventilate. Yes, yes, not a woman, but an aunt. Woman. She also unbuttoned her blouse, something gleams on her neck, does she really think that he has nothing to do, only to look at?

He's prejudiced enough against them all, isn't he? And as a HR manager, she should understand such and such simple things.

She is also blonde. And this is also a minus in his eyes.

Vic took the air conditioner remote and turned it up. Suddenly freeze and run away?

Marina Borisovna sat down and just didn't sing. What kind of staff do they have, how many positions, where do people come from and who is missing. According to her, it turned out that all the employees were simply amazing and couldn’t be better. Why, then, contracts are broken, not only because of machine breakdowns? Marina Borisovna closed her eyes and muttered that there were exceptions everywhere.

After she left, he actually opened the window. He looked out into the waiting room - is there a miracle named Evgenia Vasilyevna? In another situation, I would call Zhenya and not soar, but here, damn it, you have to follow the rules. Yesterday she tried to look into her eyes and, as if by chance, touch her hands when coffee was served. I had to look strictly and say that you should not be in this form at the workplace. It helped - today the body did not stick out of the clothes, and the hair did not ruffle.

The miracle sat in place and stared at the mail. Vic opened the door, let the office air out.

- Evgenia Vasilievna, please, make coffee.

“Wait a second, Viktor Valentinovich,” she nodded.

She drank from the machine into a cup of coffee, put three lumps of sugar on a saucer and handed it to him. Vic sat on the edge of the table and drank his coffee thoughtfully.

Meanwhile, Zhenya went out into the corridor and yelled to the whole floor:

- Seryozha! Roma! Vania! I don't remember whose turn it is!

Someone approached her, she took an empty five-liter plastic bottle in the corner of the waiting room and put it into the guy's hands. And returned to the table.

- Evgenia Vasilievna, what was that? Vic was dumbfounded.

- So I poured the last water into the coffee machine! And the rusty pipes run, from the very beginning, as we stopped by! So we go to the column, okay, it’s not far, it’s left over from those times when there was a private sector around! I won't carry water myself! Zhenya said loudly and emotionally.

- Isn't it fate to put a cooler?

- So Gennady Vasilievich was against it! He said that pampering is everything, and the water in the column is good. Here are the boys from technical support and go after her in turn. And I make them coffee.

God, the pipes are rusty too. Vic no longer knew what to do - neigh like a horse, swear, or call his father and thank him for finding such a boring job for him.

Now there is another aunt, and after dinner - the third. I thought - if they stink the same way - I'll fire everyone the fuck.

He just had time to finish his coffee when the deputy for contracts, Natalya Viktorovna Sinyaeva, appeared. Forty-nine years old, married, children, and, as it were, grandchildren.

This one didn’t smell of anything bad, so it was possible to talk normally - with whom contracts, what conditions, what features, what problems. As with a man - clearly, on the shelves, nothing more. This one can't be fired.

When Sinyaeva left, Vic looked at his watch - wow, it's already lunch. It's hard work getting to know a new team as a boss.

Zhenya, ugh, Evgenia Vasilievna said that there are three places in the business center building where you can eat. A cheap cafe that has an entrance from the street, then another cafe on the first floor, where you can’t get from the street, and a restaurant on the third, which offers business lunches at this time of the day. Almost all employees, according to Evgenia, went to cafe number two.

There was no desire to dine in front of the team, and Vic went to establishment number three. It turned out to be a Chinese restaurant with three types of business lunch. However, they also served just pork with noodles. And they said that at any time they can arrange delivery within the building. This is good. In general, you need to find out where else you can eat nearby here. This is my father's office in the center, there it's not a problem at all, and Vik could not imagine the eatery of the Upper Embankment district in any way.

Veronika Andreevna Lastochkina, thirty-two, unmarried and without children, arrived just in time. She also did not smell of any rubbish, and she spoke clearly and to the point. Yes, the loan, yes, overdue, yes, fines, yes, yesterday we managed to get a deferral and split the payment into three, the first one has already left today, the second should be on Friday, the third - next week The money should come then and from those then.

- Tell me, how do you manage to get deferrals? Vic asked.

Lastochkina smiled.

- With the help of blackmail, persuasion, gossip and some mother, of course.

- Can you give more details? – he, too, smiled.

- Let's say yesterday it was just gossip. I was going to the bank when Nedolyubov ... when Gennady Vasilyevich called and said that he was selling the company. And he said to whom he was selling, of course. I told the bank that Ledyanoy was buying the company, and we would have complete order with the money very soon, - she smiled and looked impudently into his eyes. - They believed me. After they called your father's office and they confirmed the information.

Her eyes are really green. And in the ears, the earrings are the same green, a stereo effect is obtained. Or three-d. Or... it doesn't matter what it's called, the main thing is that it looks cool.

“Then it’s not gossip anymore,” he protested. - You did everything right, took advantage of the situation absolutely on business. And most importantly - it gave its result.

“Yes, I am for the result,” said Lastochkina.

She left, and Vic sat and thought - after all, you can’t say anything special about her, he didn’t even really understand how she was dressed - just that her skin was tender, her figure was slender, and her legs were long. But mother Polinka said that the woman who looks harmonious looks good, who does not have a separate figure and separate clothes, but all of her as a single whole. And Veronika Lastochkina seemed to him just such a single whole.

Vic shook off the delusion, got up from the table and made several sharp movements with his arms and legs - you need to shake yourself, there are three more important conversations ahead.