– What is this, Belova? – I’m thrown off when I notice my assistant at the registration desk вместе with a child. – Who is this?
– This is my daughter Irina. I’m sorry, Anton Pavlovich, but I had no one to leave her with. If you’re against it, I can not fly with you.
And what about negotiations with foreign partners? And what about the hot, almost vacation-like nights with Belova? I had deliberately booked one room for two, expecting to win her over with charm and pressure.
All my plans went up in smoke in an instant. Where did Nastya’s daughter come from? Why didn’t I know anything about it?
– Uncle boss, won’t you take me with you? – a little miracle in a pink hat snaps me out of my stupor. – I dreamed so much of flying on an airplane! Mom, you promised!
The girl pouts and wrinkles her nose. Is she about to cry? Only not that.
And Belova, it seems, is on the verge too.
Would I really raise my hand to ruin this trip for the little one?
– Let’s go, girls, or we’ll miss the flight!
At that moment, I still had no idea that my clever plan to seduce my assistant would turn into a completely different story.