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I crossed the threshold, and my eyes were presented with a cozy interior decoration.
Everything was expensive and luxurious.
A huge table in the middle of the table, leather chairs, a small corner sofa in the corner, expensive paintings, vases, figurines and other items that capture the attention.

The window blinds were half-closed and the corners of the room were in a slight twilight.
The sunlight penetrating through the window in small portions was spread out by careless stripes that gathered in the center of the office under the hanging chandelier bells.
I sat on a soft leather chair, pleasantly drowned in it.
The director sat down at his seat and carefully looked at me.
– Well, let’s get acquainted first – he began smiling.
Mikhail Sergeevich was the name of the director, it seemed to me a rather sweet and pleasant person.
He was short, stocky and dense.
He was dressed in gray, glossy trousers, patent leather shoes, and the top buttons of a turquoise shirt were unbuttoned.
He smelled pleasantly of exotic perfume.
He asked me about my previous job, about what I was doing before, about computer skills, about my family.
I told him that I was married, that I was thirty-seven years old, that I had an eleven-year-old son who was going to school.
He listened to me very carefully, asked counter questions, concerning mainly my abilities.
I knew that my work experience would play a decisive role, despite my age.
Thoughts that he needed a worker younger than me

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, quickly disappeared when he jokingly began to talk about the fact that in the same place there was a stupid girl who had just ended an institution of higher education that had not lasted very long.

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– What are you ready for this job? – Mikhail Sergeevich asked with slyness in his voice and incomprehensible mimicry on his face, involuntarily gliding at the area of ??the blouse under which my bra hid, – there are a lot of candidates for this place and the selection is certainly very thorough, you know, he added, continuing to study my figure.
– What do you mean? – I blurted out sharply, a little dumbfoundedly changed in the facial features, – what am I ready for? – I repeated his words, – It depends on what you need? He met my question with a careless smile on his lips, which read, “You know what it is about, do not become a little naive girl.”
“And what do you think your boss needs, who has a hard and nervous job, who meets and talks all day with a bunch of people whom under other circumstances he would have sent to hell.”
I need relaxation – he finished, folding his palms with a pyramid on the surface of the table.
A long silence followed this phrase, during which I, looking away, looked the other way.
There was an aspen swarm of thoughts circling in my head.
Thoughts about good money, about the future and career growth.
Thoughts about a cynical and cruel world in which no one owes anything to anyone.
Where everything is bought and sold.
Where there is no feeling.
One calculation.
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– Do you need sex with me? – I asked timidly, – without turning my head and continuing to look at the strips of blinds in the window.
Lightly stretching and straightening his shoulders, Mikhail Sergeevich looked in my direction quite a bit, “Yes, sometimes I will need sex with my secretary to relax.”
A rather sincere confession, mixed with audacity and arrogance, made me turn around and look straight at his face.
– Sex sometimes? – I asked reasonably, features of surprise distorted my face.
His convincing nod made me think.
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