“My daughter chose you,” he says, lifting his chin with his fingers. “So tomorrow you’ll come by my office, and we’ll go over the details of the job.”
“What?” I blurt out, bewildered, practically into his lips. “Is this some kind of joke, right?”
“Looks like I’m joking?” he smiles triumphantly. “You needed a part-time job, Varya. I’m giving it to you.”
On the eve of the New Year I found a heap of problems on my fifth point. The main one is that I met this unbearable man, and now—through no fault of my own—I’m working for him. And I can’t just leave—he’s blackmailing me! So you want to play with me, boss? Fine—let’s play! Only the rules are mine!