Boss Under Pressure

- Ri-tu-lya, get out of here. Come on, baby, go get a manicure—or wherever you go with girls?
Orlov said it with a sweet, soft smile, and then suddenly hammered it down with his usual voice:
- The construction contract will be concluded with a man. You’re free to go!

The people sitting at the table burst out laughing.

- I can do everything. But as for you, dear sir—
I sang it out,
- your deadlines are burning. And on your hands, there are only sweet promises from strong-minded men. Take a look at the documents.

- What is this? A list of circulars or regional meals?

- This is a list of violations!

The subcontractors started shouting to justify themselves at any cost.

- Quiet! Orlov slapped the table. Everyone fell silent. I’ll check the data. If everything’s correct, change the woman in management and we’ll work!

- Change the approach, and I can promise you the same thing!

- You fool, you’ll lose the contract!

- Tough guy, you’ll miss the deadlines!

Hang in there, Orlov! I won’t give up!