“Don’t you want to fly with me to Mexico for the holidays?”
“—What do you mean ‘with you’?” I looked up, shocked, at my ex-boss.
“You’re… you’re married to your wife?” It was unusual to address Damir as “you.”
“No. We’re getting divorced.”
“And why do I need to be in Mexico with you?”
“To spend time together.”
Choking back hysterical laughter, I stared into his brown eyes. Could Damir Usmanov really offer something like that…?
“Maybe you didn’t understand me the day you fired me,” I shut my eyes, disappointed. “For you it’ll be two weeks of fun! And what about me then?”
“Why fun, Dasha? I didn’t mean that…”
“Damir Maratovich, don’t make me doubt your moral and decency!” It was sad that your year ended with a divorce. But I’m not flying to Mexico with you. Two years I was in love with my boss without any hope of being loved back. He’s handsome, rich… and married.
I decided to quit to end the torment, forget him, and start life over. But fate has a more interesting plan for us…