— Ksenia, you won’t believe it, but I found the father of your child! — my friend bursts into my apartment.
— What? Where did you find him?
— On the cover! — she blurts out.
— Is this a joke? If so, Ira, then a bad one.
My friend throws a magazine onto the table.
— Here! Take a look! Your child’s daddy on the first page of glossy! A young millionaire, a financial genius, and the country’s enviable bachelor!
— It can’t be him, Ira. He looks like him, but it’s not him — I insist categorically, otherwise my story would look like a Cinderella fairy tale…
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I didn’t do anything more than start chatting with a lonely handsome man at a table, and I couldn’t even imagine that in some cheap nightclub I’d meet Leon Veresov—a millionaire! And when, a month later, I try to tell him about my pregnancy, something goes wrong, and I end up working as his personal assistant!