“Maybe we should have some coffee?”
“Coffee?” flashes through my mind. “You, scoundrel, fired me just a couple of weeks ago. And now you’re acting like a man who’s seeing me for the first time?”
“Or does he really not remember me?”
I squint and carefully look at Kruglov. The very standard of audacity, arrogance, and self-confidence—and yet he’s seriously trying to court me.
And what about me?
I’ll make him fall in love—and I’ll pay him back in the same coin so life won’t seem like honey, Pavel Sergeyevich.