Revenge – served cold - стр. 13
" And I don't have to! He doesn't look at Andrew, " Julia snorted.
" You know, I agree. I too do not want to always sit in the waiting room. But to move to the department of translators."
We looked at each other and smiled smugly. Ramilya was right, we should have gotten out of our shells a long time ago.
After sitting in the Orange, discussing all the nuances of future work, I was fifteen minutes late for lunch. I had to run back. All the way I prayed that Andrew had not yet returned. I was lucky, instead of the boss in the waiting room I found a girl unknown to me. A blonde with bright scarlet lips, false eyelashes, in a perfectly fitting beige dress-flats and open light coat, frowned unhappily and swayed on stilettos.
" Good afternoon," I greeted her cautiously.
The blonde gave me an attentive look, and it was clear that we didn't like each other. Nevertheless, I smiled as friendly as I could. First of all, I didn't know who she was, and secondly, I was really late.
" Where is Andrew ? " she asked coldly.
She looked as if she was overpowering herself by talking to me. As if I am dirty, ragged and on the porch, not a secretary in the reception.
" Andrew is at a business lunch, will be later, " I kindly replied.
" Later! " snorted the blonde. " Call him and tell him that I'm waiting for him!"
" I'm sorry, Andrew told me not to disturb him. Negotiations are very important.
In fact, I didn't even know where my boss was going. And I couldn't call him, I don't have his cell phone number."
" You want to work here?! Tell him Camille's here right now!"
" Tea, coffee? " I smiled.
" You're fired! " The girl shouted and ran out of the reception area.
I sank exhaustedly into a chair, trying hard to suppress the urge to burst into tears. They say there are people who are energy vampires. This Camille was clearly one of them. We'd only talked for a couple minutes, and it was like all the energy had been drained out of me. Like air out of a balloon.
After I managed to blink and not ruin my makeup, I stood up, deciding to get my own coffee. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. The documents were taken away, there were no calls, and I was promised to be given assignments later. The only thing I could occupy myself with was familiarizing myself with office equipment. In fact, there wasn't much of it: a computer, a selector, a printer and a scanner. Well, also a coffee maker, which was hardly the most important of all the previous.
After making coffee, I turned around and almost ran into my boss. He flew into the reception area like a hurricane. I squirmed inwardly, waiting for the blonde to complain.