Vacancy: Wife. And Nothing Personal

- You’re right for us, Dasha. Everything is perfect.

I almost burst with joy—blood rushed to my cheeks, my head spun. But I managed to hold back unnecessary emotions; I only nodded politely, in a measured way.

- But there’s one important detail I didn’t mention earlier.

Vladislav smirked, and my wonderful mood immediately went crashing down.

What can you expect good from this bastard?! He’ll fire me out of spite—just so I don’t stand out!

- This position is meant for my wife. Only.

- But… then why did you take me on internship?!

- Loser! So he’s married too…

- And what do you think yourself, Darya?

- You’re a jerk, Palmovsky.

- You’re talking to the future husband in vain…