Revenge – served cold - стр. 31

Time flew by without a second thought, I didn't have time to close the windows before the participants began to gather.

The first to arrive in the conference hall were both of Andrew 's deputies. I had seen them only glimpses before, greeted them faithfully and never received a reply. They always looked at me only as furniture.

Both deputies were of advanced age, overweight and somewhat similar to each other. Mr. Druz was in principle constantly busy and talked on the phone. Nair Iosifovich Akhmadulin looked through everyone and looked down on them. Mr. Brow, as he was "affectionately" called on the sidelines of the company. I liked it because he was Dimitri's father-in-law.

When they came in, they immediately settled down in the armchairs. Tension hung in the air.

" Coffee," Mr. Brow demanded.

I smiled sweetly, waiting for him to continue. I didn't know what kind he drank. Maybe he liked it sugary and black or, on the contrary, without sugar but with cream?

" I'll just have a black one, and a lot more," asked Pyotr Ivanovich.

He looked away from his papers for a moment, gave me an indifferent glance, and then went back to his documents.

I had to go for coffee. "Hog" I made the same as Peter Ivanovich, only I put a couple of pieces of cane sugar on a saucer. After thinking about it, I put them around the cup.

While I was making coffee, new faces appeared in the conference room: two middle-aged men and a woman. When she saw the cup I put in front of Akhmadulin, she smiled sarcastically.

" Tea? Coffee? " I inquired.

Akhmadulin nonchalantly put seven lumps of sugar in the cup and stirred it with a spoon.

Having received a new order, I jumped out into the reception area and ran nose to nose with Mila. At the sight of me, she splashed her hands with joy.

" I took away such a gorgeous set! You must see it."

" I trust your taste," I assured her.

I didn't want to have to run to look at the plates with the difference of the monograms turned to the left or right. After setting out the cups, I programmed the coffee machine.

" You're so great! You're like a cheburashka! Just as touching and sweet!"

At least it's not an eared one. But just to be on the safe side, I did look at my ears through the reflective panel. It's not uncommon to notice flaws only after they've been pointed out.

" Oh! The boys are here! " Mila suddenly shrieked and took off.

I exhaled a sigh of relief and, having made coffee, went back. I got the order again. Feeling like a waitress in a roadside cafe, I ran back and forth a few more times.