Luisa was twenty-six years old, and she was considered single. In life she felt she was forty, but still with a tail, and two highly unsuccessful novel recaptured her hunt to risk again. In addition, she was secretly in love with his boss, Mikhail Antonovich, whom all employees for the eyes called "our Michelle".
Loved him, hated herself. I hated their name is too pretentious in her opinion. Hated his short-sightedness, which forced her to wear glasses. Their growth-a hundred fifty centimeters. And most of all his stupid punctuality, quickness and the ability to work day and night. Although this quality Michelle in it and appreciate everything else he was determined to not care. Beauties have him was how many anywhere.
One day, when Louise was doing her routine, the chief called her in.
- Louise, tomorrow we're going to Yalta. There I will have a meeting with a foreign client. Order two numbers and three plane tickets. I take Zoe with me. Let the girl have some air, lie in the sun and all that. And I am not so sad to be in the evenings.
The Zoe is a new passion of Michel in the last month, Louise is absolutely not tolerated. And now we have a few days to spend side by side with that Zoe. To live in a hotel and know that right now, at this very moment, love people fervently embraces this blonde pole!
A day later Louise, the dark and evil, I unpacked my suitcase in a luxury single room Yalta Intourist hotel. On today's evening she was absolutely is free and absolutely unhappy.
However, one thing she has never lost — excellent appetite. Louise went down to the hotel restaurant and ordered mushrooms for a snack, fried trout and melon. And a little thought, and even a gin and tonic.
— Will you allow? — she heard a pleasant voice.
Looked up and internally gasped. In front of her and bowed himself Jean Marais. Of course, not the famous actor's own persona, but clearly his double in his youth.
'Please,' she said, with feigned indifference. - If you are satisfied with the neighborhood boring middle-aged women with not very good mood...
- I'm happy with your neighborhood. And the person that you have described, I honestly don't see it.
At the end of the second hour of meeting Louise was astonished to find that "Jean Mare", which actually turned out to be a Bulgarian by the name of Dmitri, already sitting next to her and gently touches her fingers. Along the way explains how good and these fingers, and the hand, and everything else in the ensemble and in parts. He spoke in Russian absolutely correct, with a slight charming accent.
So Louise definitely understood his offer to spend the rest of the evening with her or in his room, listen to music, enjoy the view of the sea. And quite unexpectedly she said that the invitation was accepted. Moreover, someone of her own, but much more melodic and charming voice offers to spend time in her room. "There I will feel like a hostess, not a guest."
Gene, even with the tonic, it's insidious.
The next morning Louise woke up in absolutely fantastic condition. No remorse and that kind of stuff she had, but I felt my body totally unfamiliar: young, energetic. And most importantly — beautiful. No wonder: for this crazy, enchanting night, in between kisses, she only heard how beautiful and unique...
For a business meeting she came in a modest, but fairly open black dress, which put it in the suitcase just, what is called, "out of spite", and even with her hair over her shoulders, not putting them in mandatory service "Fig", on the back of his head.
Seeing her, his "right hand", Michelle raised his eyebrows in amazement:
— What is it, Louise? What did you do to yourself?
-Do you like anything, Mikhail Antonovich? — pretended to be concerned about Louise. Just for decency asked, because I felt: "all the way".
— No, you! Conversely... You are wonderfully clever in concealing its charm. I just don't believe my eyes.
— Just don't forget, Michael Antonovich, that I am your Secretary, not your girlfriend. You're talking to me now, like another Zoe.
One old gray mouse that was hiding somewhere in the depths of consciousness present Louise, darting alarmed: "What are you doing, how can so to speak with the chief? That's rude!"But her timid protest was suppressed in the Bud.
"Sit still! - ordered mentally Louise " mouse." — You to me spoiled life, and if we do not let up, I'll poison. Or drown in the sea. I'm sick of you, dude."
For years to come this was the first time, when him — let and in veiled form — has refused woman. And who? His own "right hand", being, as he still yesterday believed, without gender and without age, not to mention looks.
Only the next evening she accepted the invitation of her boss and spent the evening at the restaurant with him and with Zoya. More precisely, sat with them at the table, but kept up the dance — asked her out like hot cakes. Apparently, Michelle was not averse to dance with her, but Zoe!!! In principle, the party was a success.
When Louise after returning from Crimea for the first time came to service, the collective together gasped. Instead of "the blue stocking" in the deep "business suit" and shoes with low heels in front of them was a petite, elegant woman, elegant snow-white blouse and very short skirt, shoes on a fashionable heel. But the main thing was not even that. Gait, manner to behave, hitherto unknown by anyone smile — it was all Louise transformed almost beyond recognition.
I must say, however, that all these miraculous transformations does not affect the work of Louise was still "right hand" of the chief, almost the perfect Secretary. Except that Michel was harder to communicate with her still, like an asexual being. The fact that the new Louise he loved.
That's what he said to her one evening, accompanied by this invitation to dinner. Alone, without Zoe, which is long gone somewhere and which, by the way, two months, there was no replacement. But Louise only wrinkled her nose.:
- The Secretary's affair with the boss? It's from the jokes. Thank you, Michael Antonovich, I prefer a service relationship.
Initially, he decided that it was just a flirtation. But when Louise refused the date for the fifth time, Michelle exploded.:
— Damn it, do I need to explain myself to you in love and ask to be my wife in the office? You may accept this offer only in written form? Stupid girl!
And then Louise again surprised him. She threw herself on his neck, and through my tears mumbled:
— Lord, Michelle, that is Misha, I'm a third year like, and you don't understand...
***
After the wedding Louise of the secretaries went to the helpers and took the unoccupied until the second Cabinet next to the reception. And there, on the former place, I picked up the new Secretary: the woman of years fifty, with fine recommendations, excellent working qualities and, the main thing, married. Easily convince Michel that all respectable companies keep such personal secretaries.
Madly in love with his young wife, Michelle agreed. Louise is going another five years to work together with her husband, and then give birth to a child, better yet two, and to deal with them and the house. She's happy and only occasionally recalls his "Crimean holiday", "Jean Mare" named Dmitri and everything else. And under this thinks one thing and the same:
"How fortunate that it was only a casual relationship. But what happiness, that she was.
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