Revenge – served cold - стр. 3

I sobbed again. If she had told me that a couple of hours ago, I would have jumped from the ceiling with happiness.

“ The plan has changed, of course. But! We're moving to Moscow!”

“What am I going to do there?” I asked dejectedly.

“Oh, please! With your education you won't find a job? Rina, after a language course, you can get a job anywhere. I'll go to a salon to file my nails. And then, in a year, I'll ask my father for mine.”

“ Maybe I should start filing my nails too?” I asked.

“ Don't be silly. You have your own purpose. You're going to take revenge! I've already thought of everything… I'll tell you what! Let's get tickets right now!”

Ramila rushed to the computer and tapped on the keyboard.

“ There are tickets for tomorrow night. But they're coach and side seats, but that's okay. Pack your clothes!”

A week later, I stood at the bus stop and stared in horror at the business center building. Ramilya made one revenge plan after another, and even managed to infect me with her enthusiasm at one point.

The plan changed every time, but they all started the same way: I had to get a job at the same company as Dimitri.

"Media Help is a pretty big company. They were in the investment business. But I didn't understand where. However, there was only one position in the firm – a secretary. And he doesn't need to know how to invest money correctly, the main thing is to serve coffee on time and not to let unnecessary visitors to the boss. However, I was afraid to go in there, fully confident of rejection.

A phone call brought me out of my thoughts. I shuddered and almost dropped it. But I had to pick it up. Ramila was very persistent and could call for hours without stopping. So it was easier to answer right away.

" Let me guess, you're standing a few meters away from the business center and you want to escape? " Ramila said confidently.

" No, I… Okay. They won't hire me! And what will I gain by it? I'll only wear out my nerves!”

" Don't be silly. Go. Or do you want that bastard to live and enjoy himself? How many times has he called you this week? How many letters? And in the middle of the month, nothing! Payday's coming and you haven't dropped the money.”

My friend knew me better than anyone and hit me at the most painful point, causing a healthy anger.

Ramila's right. Dimitri wrote, as usual, about love and our plans. Only now I was paying attention to something else, in between he reminded me about paying the mortgage. He made a fool of me and used me as he wanted. I wrote a hundred term papers for him in college. I even wrote his thesis. Without me, he'd have been expelled in his third year!