Revenge – served cold - стр. 14

" Coffee, that's not a bad idea! Come to my office!"

The boss disappeared into the office, I had to follow him, remembering what kind of coffee he likes, and whether I brewed it correctly.

Andrew , carelessly threw his coat on his shoulders, sent his jacket there, and sat down at the table, rolling up the long sleeves of his shirt. I put a cup of coffee in front of him and froze half a meter away from the table. All the TV shows said that a secretary should keep that distance. But I didn't know how it really was " I didn't have any experience.

" Sit down," the boss said.

I sat down on the edge of the chair and looked at him fearfully. Andrew was looking for something on the table and did not pay attention to me. Finally, he pulled out a whole pile of stickers glued together and some notebooks.

" Look through these and make a schedule."

I scooped up the post-it notes and quickly glanced through them to make sure I could make out his handwriting.

" Excuse me, you have a meeting at three on Ramensky Boulevard, and half an hour later on Preobrazhensky Boulevard? How are you going to make it in time? These are different parts of Moscow!"

" Yes?!"

Andrew jumped up and looked over my shoulder. I froze, not knowing how to react to his behavior. This morning he seemed to me even too cold.

" Indeed. So, review and in such controversial moments, call back and reschedule the meeting. Or no, highlight them and show them. I'll tell you which is more important."

" Okay," I nodded.

The addition to the instruction appealed to me. I didn't know anyone yet and could inadvertently offend an important person.

" Andrew , while you were away, you had a visitor …"

It was pointless to hide this event from him. I'm sure the blonde just couldn't get through or wanted to cry from resentment at a personal meeting.

" Who?"

The boss returned to his chair and sipped his coffee. With a satisfied nod, he looked at me, waiting for an answer.

" Camille," I explained. " She wanted me to call and summon you …"

" And you didn't?"

I nodded dejectedly, belatedly feeling guilty. Maybe I should have gone through my notebooks and found the supervisor's phone number. There are records of all the employees!

" I just… didn't know your phone number… or the staff's…" I started to justify myself

" What are you mumbling about?"

I stammered and squeezed inwardly.

" Remember, I can't be distracted in negotiations. No matter who comes and no matter what they demand. Unless it's not OBOP in half with the tax came to gut our documents. Then you can let me know."