The weekend went great. And we chatted with Anton, and with the girls we celebrated with a bang. I even calmly listened to the congratulations of my stepmother, who, after so many years, suddenly remembered that it was my birthday. Still do not remember. Thanks to me, her daughter is attached to a good job, and besides, under my supervision.

On Monday, before entering the territory of our complex, I already learned the bad news. We were traveling in the same minibus with Yana Sakura, and she said that Katya Alpy had been fired.

- How?! For what? She rolled her eyes in confusion.

- Chef on Friday was angry as a dog. So she got under the hot hand.

- So what happened?

- He introduced a limit on smoking breaks. Go out no more than once an hour. And Katya commented, something like: “And the toilet too?”

- E-my...

- Yeah. Calculated it within fifteen minutes.

- No practice?

- Without. Jan pursed her lips. - So every word now must be controlled.

- Yeah ... - she drawled in response, thinking.

On the way to my location, I met with a woman named Liza, a cleaner of household premises. A couple of months ago, I helped her save the cat. There, even a little help was needed - to find an intelligent veterinarian and take a ten-kilogram boar to the clinic to find that this furry cattle stopped walking, not because something happened to the paws, but because someone needs to eat less. Cat Vasily was put on a strict diet, and Elizaveta Petrovna apparently wanted to thank her for her participation.

She handed me a mini orchid, congratulating me on the past. White flowers peeked out of a transparent package with a beautiful hat. I knew that the flower was grown on my own, because, having visited Petrovna's house, I saw her window sills completely covered with these plants.

Thanking the woman, I thought that I should put this gift at work, since with my schedule he simply would not survive.

When I entered the pavilion, I was met by a whole crowd of people: employees of our hall, administrators of other zones and management in the person of Anna Dmitrievna. They congratulated me, wished me a lot of pleasant things, gave me an envelope and several bouquets.

In the future, everything went according to the usual plan. Since there were no special orders for our restaurant that day, my girls quietly asked if it would be possible to congratulate me from our team in the evening. A cake with sparklers and a non-alcoholic cocktail for everyone - that was the tradition. The birthday people, in response, were affixed who could / wanted / thought up. As a rule, the kitchen prepared snacks on skewers, tartlets and other tasty treats, leaving the hero of the occasion to pay only the cost of food and take care of the drink.

Everything would be fine, only this time I was really afraid to even arrange such a mini-holiday without the permission of the management. Having chosen a free window at work, she went to Anna Dmitrievna, as her phone constantly answered that she was out of the zone, in order to clarify this moment.

After tugging at the closed door and thinking for a bit, I decided to ask the assistant director where she could be found, and, as luck would have it, ran into him in person in the waiting room.

- Good afternoon, Mark Yanovich.

- Good, Alexandra Anatolyevna. You to me? - raised an eyebrow in surprise, giving his secretary a document.

- Aaaa… uh… No. I would like Anna Dmitrievna.

- She left on work issues and will be back tomorrow.

- Thanks. She was about to leave, but was delayed by a question.

- I can not help?

Seeing my hesitation, he opened the door of his office, inviting me inside with a nod.

- Come on in. Have a seat.

Thanks, I'll stand. - There was no desire to be located next to him, and therefore she froze at the entrance.

- So what's the question? - He went forward, but did not sit down at the table, but took a bottle of water and began to pour it into a glass.

- Mark Yanovich ... it was my birthday ... and ... uh ... I would like to treat the guys ... after the work shift, of course. They used to let us, but I decided to ask, because ... uh ... Don't think, no drinking - we are literally a sip of champagne ... But if not, I understand that ... - I didn’t have enough words to express my question, and therefore hesitated and babbled snippets of what came to mind.

- I have nothing against it. He sat down on the edge of the table, not taking his eyes off him.

- BUT? For some reason, she swallowed. - Yes? Thanks…

Turning around, she took a step and just touched the doorknob with her palm, when she heard:

- Aren't you going to invite me?

Seeing my stunned face, he smiled wryly. Well, yes. Otherwise, he did not know how, due to physiological characteristics.

- What? She breathed out, blinking. - Oh sure. Come if there is such a thing ... if time allows you ... I mean, if there is such an opportunity ...

She left the office on numb legs. Did he really just ask for it? Oh mein goth! That's the only thing we missed!

I worried in vain. The director did not come, and, thank God. We had a wonderful time with our company and came to our senses literally ten minutes before the departure of the last service minibus. In the end, everyone gathered in the blink of an eye and departed. I left to clear the table, Kira and the cook Valera.

I understand. It was my holiday. Valerchik practically lived in the club, as he was not a local, and therefore he worked by the day, combining the position of a cook with shifts of a night watchman. But Kira's zeal remained a mystery.

We loaded the dishwasher, pushed the tables and got ready for the hostel. The chef left first, giving us the opportunity to chat and finish our champagne.

Why didn't Diana come? She asked me about her sister.

- I'm sick. Sitting at home. - Having taken the last sip, she stretched her legs with pleasure. - Kolis. Why don't you hurry home?

- Yes, damn it ... my brother has twins - they don’t let everyone sleep. I'll rest here. she explained.

- I see ... Well, what? Shall we go to the rooms?

- Yes, let's do it.

- Go, I'll catch up. Take us places on the first tier, if possible. She took the glasses and went to the kitchen to wash them. Then she went into her tiny office - three by three meters. Turned on the lighting; There was a pop at the top, and one of the two lights went out. I don’t know why I climbed after her right away, and didn’t leave it for tomorrow. I'll probably be drunk.

Substituting an office chair to the closet, I climbed on it and reached for the top shelf, knowing that I had one hidden there just in case of a fire. Balancing to keep from falling, she heard the door open.

- Already going. - Without turning around, said Kira, thinking that she had not left yet and was waiting for me. The silence in response made me look back. Mark Yanovich stood on the threshold.

- Good evening, Alexandra. He looked at the gift orchid, then looked up at my legs, and only after that our eyes met.

- Hello. - Lost in surprise.

The director gave me his hand, helping me down and watching how I put on my shoes.

- You ... already all dispersed ...

- I know. I decided not to spoil your holiday with my presence. “His sanity was good. Of course, he would not allow to relax and everyone would feel constrained. - I want to congratulate and make a gift.

The manager held out a small rectangular box wrapped in shiny paper with a bow at the top.

- Thank you, but it was not worth it ... - Perplexed, she took it in her hand, putting the light bulb on the table.

The current situation was incomprehensible and began to electrify the air in a strange way in the room. We were too close to each other, since the free space in it is already one square meter. Something for which there was no explanation and name made the heart speed up its rhythm.

- Don't look?

Frozen for a few seconds, she silently unfolded the package, then opened it - lipstick slipped into her palm in a golden tube with black stains. Looking up in surprise, she received an inviting nod of her head. I took off the cap and turned it a little - red. In the area of ​​​​the solar plexus, it suddenly ached. The eyebrows went up on their own, rounding the eyes.

- I already said that you are a red color. He suddenly leaned over and pushed the orchid with the light bulb towards the laptop, ignoring the fact that the flower had fallen on its side. Then he took the lipstick, closed it and set it aside - at the other end of the table.

Watching his actions, I sensed danger.

- Sorry, I have to go. I tried to slip past him, but was held back by an arm around my waist.

- Stop, do not rush ... - he answered quietly somewhere above the ear. Then I turned back a little, and I heard the click of the lock. Another click and the light went out. After that he… kissed me. And he did it in such a way that at some point I felt how weakened not only the legs, but the whole body.

This kiss was different from any I've ever had. There was no way to escape or push back. Mark Yanovich firmly held the back of my head with one hand and actually raped my mouth with his tongue. For a long time. Exhausting. Sweet. Reckless. Sensual.

The other hand slid down, squeezing and making her flinch.

At some point, he picked it up, seating it on the table. Feeling the coldness of the countertop, I realized that the pencil skirt was already in the waist area. How? When? She jerked to jump off, but did not have time.

The madness, and there is no other way to call it, continued with increased zeal. He seemed to feel me from within. He loosened his grip when I was in that state that not only would I not break out, but I would not let him go either.

His lips broke away from mine and began to eagerly explore the neck, collarbones ... his hands stroked and squeezed with such force, as if I were at the reception of a masseur. Then, emboldened, one of them dived between my legs, causing me to start up with uncontrollable excitement. Unconsciously leaning forward, I felt fingers inside me…

With his free hand, he reached into his back pocket. He took out what appeared to be a condom. He inserted it into his mouth, opening it ... and at that moment someone was approaching steps. The door handle was pulled from the other side. We froze.

I don't know why, but it suddenly had a sobering effect. What am I doing?! What am I doing, motherfucking your leg?!

The sound of footsteps announced that the unknown had left. She instantly pushed his hand away, jumping off the table, wrapping her blouse and plugging it into her belt, pulling at her skirt as she went, and rushed straight to the door.

- Oh, my God… you… what are you… no, oh, my God! she whispered loudly, feeling for the latch of the lock. The bullet flew out of the office and rushed straight across the lawns towards the building with a hostel for employees. There, like a protection, light shone everywhere. And lanterns. And there were people. And sounds.

I slowed down about twenty meters before the entrance, giving myself the opportunity to catch my breath and fasten the buttons on my blouse with trembling hands. I began to shake violently. Even teeth chattered. Maybe from the cold..?