My name is Liza Vorobyova, and today I was fired. For now, only in words, but tomorrow I’ll have to submit a letter of resignation of my own accord.
The only chance to restore justice is to sneak up to the strict boss for a personal conversation.
Do smart women secretly climb into cars of unfamiliar billionaires?
I did. And ended up captive to a luxurious, but utterly unbearable, lout!
And then, everything began to whirl…