“I need a secretary urgently. I studied your résumé—you’re a perfect fit for me,” says Kamanin in a tone that allows no objections.
“But I’m not a secretary! I’m an economist!” My indignation has no limits.
“I won’t serve coffee on a tray like a waitress—I didn’t study at MGIMO for six years just to… I almost died!” A mile-long line of typical secretaries would line up for you…
“And I don’t need a line of typical ones,” Kamanin calmly replies.
“I need exactly someone like you—a non-standard secretary.”
“Why?”
“You see what the thing is, Lyuba… m-m-m… Mikhailovna… I have a jealous fiancée. It may sound stupid, but I don’t want to give her even a single reason to be jealous.”
***
When I came to get the job, I didn’t expect to end up as the general’s secretary—and that my boss, the handsome Andrey Kamanin, would turn out to be my first love.
One night we spent together in love. But now he doesn’t recognize me, he’s preparing for a wedding, and he has no idea that he has a son.