My wonderful boss.

My life flowed by in work, household chores, and relaxation with friends. The work consisted of paper hustle in a cozy office in front of the entrance to my boss's office. In general terms, I was his right hand... Well, what can I say... His left one too. All the documentation rested on me; the boss could only review and sign it. We were engaged in selling computer equipment, office equipment, headsets, and everything related to that. I've been working at this company for two years now, and I absolutely love everything about it. The pay is good, the team is generally good too, and the management is something you'd have to search for. In the main hall of our office, many people worked...

About

ten people just at computers and phones, five equipment repair specialists, four loaders who were also drivers, two accountants, one secretary. The boss was held in high esteem by all the employees... The men respected him, and the girls adored him. The female half of the team was crazy about him. His languid blue gaze, hair slicked to the side, a strong, tall body dressed in stylish outfits, and his perfume that intoxicated to recklessness. But that's not the main thing, at least for me. I was more impressed by his managerial and human qualities. He never had the habit of raising his voice at the staff, was fair and objective, paid well, and didn't skimp on bonuses.

— I see we worked well last month.

— Yes, Nikita Evgenievich, that's right. The indicators are high, but there's still room to strive. Our competitors are keeping pace with us.

— Yes. We must try to get ahead. Although I don't like participating in this kind of race, there always needs to be aspiration and incentive.

— That's important. I completely agree with you.

Some time later, around noon, I was arranging folders with documents and reports on the shelves in my office. The boss was busy with his own affairs in his office, which was adjacent to mine. There was a knock, someone entered and greeted. I put the last folder on the shelf and turned around. Shock.

— Hi.

— Yura? You? What are you doing here?

— I came to place an order.

— Was it you who called yesterday? Did I speak with you?

— Apparently, yes.

— I hope you're really here on business.

— Yes. I didn't know you worked here.

I frantically started looking for the necessary samples and opened a page on the internet. After that, I took out an order form to write down the order. Yura dictated everything he needed to me. His order included ten desktop computers and all their accompanying peripherals, ten laptops, five printers, twenty operating systems, and twenty antivirus programs. All this was supplemented with installation work on his premises by our system technician. After calculating everything and preparing the invoice, I gave it to him for verification. The order was substantial, and its sum was not small either.

— Will you pay in cash?

— Are you already using "you" with me?

— So how?

— If possible, I'll pay by bank transfer.

I gave him our details, and he immediately paid for the order via his phone. Asking him to wait a bit, I began preparing the contract for signing. During this time, he didn't take his eyes off me.

— You haven't changed. Still just as beautiful.

I didn't want to talk to him and continued with my tasks.

— Have you been working here long?

Silence again in response.

— Can you talk to me?

I silently handed him the contract to sign and briefly informed him that the goods would be delivered within the next week to the address he provided.

— Olya, come on, don't be childish. I want you to answer me.

— We've finished our joint business for today. If anything is unsatisfactory, our number is in the contract. I hope you will be satisfied with our services.

— And that's it? So we're not going to talk?

I stood up from the desk and gave him an angry look.

— We have nothing to talk about. Can I help you with anything else?

Yura grabbed my hand, and the boss suddenly came out of his office. I quickly pulled my hand away and introduced them to each other. Nikita Evgenievich greeted the new client with a handshake and invited him to his office for a talk tomorrow. Yura looked at me and left, wishing us a good day. In the boss's office, I continued to stand bewildered, letting all his words go in one ear and out the other.

— Are you listening to me?

— Huh? Yes, Nikita Evgenievich. Sorry.

— We need to keep this client with us. Understand? We need to serve him as best as possible. We need that so he'll want to turn to us again in the future, not to our competitors. Understand?

I stood and looked at the floor.

— You're daydreaming again. What's wrong with you, Olya?

— Sorry. I got distracted. Yes, yes, we'll try.

— Be a dear, take the invoice to the technicians. Let them prepare the goods. But go right away, or you'll forget. You seem so distracted today.

I went to the technicians and set the work in motion.

In the morning, I was caught off guard. Yura came for the meeting with the boss earlier than the time he usually arrives at work. I informed him of the delay, and he began waiting for him in my office.

To distract myself from his presence, I started adding new products to our company's website.

— You continue to ignore me. I'm not your enemy.

— Enemy.

— Are you still holding a grudge over the past?

— I'm not holding a grudge. I'm not a little girl to hold grudges.

— Then what?

— I don't want to talk about us. There's no point in all this.

— So can we talk?

— It's not worth it. It's all in the past.

The boss arrived and greeted us positively. Inviting Yura into his office, he politely asked me to prepare coffee for them. I served them two cups of coffee on a tray to the coffee table in the boss's office. Both thanked me and watched me leave with their eyes. An hour later, Yura came out and said goodbye to me.

A week later, all the goods were delivered to the client. Things seemed to have settled down, and everyone was satisfied. A good sale reflected well on the salary. But things can't be so smooth where he (Yura) is involved. He called me at the office in the first half of the day and started complaining about the computers' operating systems. To avoid escalating the conflict, I sent a technician to check. I myself doubted his sincerity. I suspected he wanted to cause trouble for me. Immediately after the conversation, I went to the boss to discuss further actions. The boss was surprised and couldn't understand how defective goods could have appeared.

— I don't understand it myself. How did this happen?

— Well, we absolutely cannot mess up completely now. Absolutely not! We need any means to satisfy the client.

Waiting for the technician made me quite nervous. Two hours later, Oleg (a young technician who has been working with us for two months) came into my office.

— Where have you been? I'm a nervous wreck. What's with the goods?

— I was on-site. In general, the situation isn't great. I don't even know how to say it.

— Tell it like it is.

— He wants to refuse our services and turn to our competitors. He also wants to file a complaint against us.

— What?!

— Shh, shh. Don't shout. The boss might hear.

— Tell me quickly what the problem is!

— Apparently, it's my screw-up. God, I don't know what to do. The boss will fire me now.

— Of course!

— I'm screwed! What should I do?

— We're all screwed now! He already gave us our salary including the bonus from that sale. He's also very worried about losing clients, if that happens. We can't screw up, Oleg! Do you understand?!

— I understand. Olyechka, help me.

— Tell me in detail. Otherwise, I can't help.

— Well, here's the thing... When I was installing the OS, I decided to save some money. I installed an old one instead of a new one. Wanted to earn a little extra. You understand?

— Earn extra?! Don't you get enough here? Are you out of your mind?!

— I wanted to make some extra cash.

— So what? What happened to the computers?

— The computers crashed because of the old OS. All of them!

— So what's wrong with it?

— Probably the old OS had a virus carrier. I don't know how it got there. Maybe because of the pirated version.

— Where did we even get a pirated copy?! Nooo, don't tell me it's not ours, but yours. Are you kidding?

— No. Sorry. My screw-up, I'm telling you. I don't know what to do now.

— Can we fix it for him?

— We can just wipe the old Windows, install a new one, and run everything through an antivirus. That should help. The computers themselves, it seems, weren't damaged.

— So what's the problem? Why didn't you start on that right away?

— That's the main problem. He's against it. Said he'll write a refusal.

— Okay, calm down. I'll call him myself. I'll talk to the boss myself too.

— Thank you, Olya. I won't forget your kindness.

— You owe me.

Oleg nodded his head and left. I dialed Yura's number. Our conversation was very tense and long. I asked him not to refuse our services, asked him to forgive the new employee's mistake. He stood his ground and didn't want to compromise.

— You could be more lenient. Try to understand us too.

— You could have been more lenient with me back then.

— I think I have nothing to do with that. Don't lump everything together. The guy is already worried that he messed up. We just need to reinstall Windows and the antivirus for you. The whole problem might be solved.

— That's not important anymore.

— Are you deliberately using my words? This is a different situation and story. Don't be an ass!

— Whoa! Easy. It's not in your interest to talk to me like that.

— Sorry.

— Mmm... That's better.

— So, can we offer you something?

— You, and only you, can offer me something.

— I don't want the boss to find out about the boy's screw-up. So can we come to an agreement?

— You and I. We can come to an agreement. My office is in the center. Come over.

— Okay, I'm on my way.

I reported to the boss that I was going to negotiate with the client so as not to lose him.

— Olya, we can't lose him.

— I understand. I'll try not to let you down.

In the afternoon, I was riding a trolleybus to the address Yura gave me. The whole way I was nervous and worried about the outcome of our conversation. I hoped I could persuade him to compromise. Entering the tall building, I walked down a long corridor for a while. Behind a door, I saw construction workers finishing the wall finishing and asked about Yura's location. They all glanced at each other, apparently not understanding who I was talking about, but then they figured it out and told me to go to the far door on the right. After knocking and being invited in, I entered. Yura was standing by the window, typing something on his phone.

— Oh, you came. That's good.

— Of course I came. Did I have a choice?

— Probably yes, if you don't value your job.

— So what? Can we come to an agreement?

— Nothing is impossible. It's all in your hands.

I began enthusiastically describing the minimal risk of the problem with his computers and outlining the steps to fix the issues. Yura listened to me to the end without enthusiasm and put on an indifferent look.

— I don't understand. Yura, aren't you interested in this? Do you agree to settle everything peacefully?

— I'll be frank with you. We'll settle everything peacefully only after sex.

To say I was shocked is an understatement. I was simply bewildered and looked at him.

— So, do you agree? Or you can leave.

— Are you serious?

— Absolutely! So what?

— I wouldn't want that.

— You didn't talk like that before.

— Now you're nobody to me! I need to leave.

I left his office and headed to the restroom. I couldn't gather my thoughts for a long time. I promised to help Oleg; I didn't want to let him down. Most of all, I didn't want to let the boss down. After all, it's my job, ultimately, to resolve conflicts and improve the business. Nothing clever came to mind, and I returned to his office.

— I agree.

— Good girl. Then let's go to a hotel.

— What? I thought it would happen here. That will take even more time.

— I'm not a fan of doing it in a mess. See, I'm in the middle of renovations here? Let's go!

In his car, we reached the nearest hotel in fifteen minutes. I locked myself in the shower and stood naked under the stream of warm water. There was a knock on the door, and Yura's voice was heard. He asked me to open up, to which I reluctantly responded. He came in, undressed, and stood under the shower with me. I moved away from him to the wall of the shower stall and felt his hand brazenly land on my buttock. He didn't stand on ceremony and immediately pressed me against the wall and quickly entered.

I buried my face in my hands and secretly shed tears. Yes, intimacy with him was unpleasant for me. Yes, he disgusted me. Not because he's some kind of ugly, no. At least, if he can be considered ugly, it's morally. Yura grabbed my buttocks