The Evil Boss, the Jacket, and Tanechka

Only once in my life I gave in to a rush of passion with the first guy I met! But the romance ended as quickly as it began: it turned out the guy thought I was a prostitute. And I would’ve forgotten that shameful story—if only, while getting a job, I hadn’t found out that my boss was… and he didn’t even remember me! To make it worse, he accepted me with blatant disregard. My hatred toward his hatred—let’s see who lasts longer.