“I’m waiting for your child!” No, you can’t. “Congratulations, you’ll be a father soon!” also fails. The moment I begin, the boss will throw me out of his office without letting me finish. Because there, behind the doors of an elite club, he loses control as soon as he sees me. And here… I’m just a temporary secretary who irritates him with her slowness, and my second life—Abramov doesn’t even suspect.