Arrogant billionaire's Regret

After all, instead of “bullets” in a rifle, it has an infrared beam that only affects sensors that are on the players’ uniforms. It turned out to be a really fun holiday with a male bias. Just like I wanted. Boys and girls in uniform run on the battlefield. Parents sit at the table by the large panoramic windows and watch with interest the children's toy fights. "Mom, this is so cool! Thank you! Come with us!" Timur shouts to me, running into a cafe. Just ended the first battle in the game. Following Timur, the rest of the guys fly into the cafe. The hall is filled with children's din. The children vied with each other to tell their parents how well they hid from each other or who ran into the shelter first. Everyone wants to eat, drink and run to play again. Even the girls, who at first were rather sceptical about the fact that they would have to change from beautiful dresses into special uniforms. Now nobody cares anymore. The main thing is to run and jump. But first, refresh yourself before the next game. Even a few dads decided to take part in laser tag after seeing their children's sparkling eyes. The instructor approved this. He says that the more people, the more interesting the game is. When, after half an hour, the children's rumble stopped and it became quieter in the hall, my mother began to press on me with renewed vigour. "Yana, why did you do it? Why these war games? I don't understand!" "Mom, you don't need to. This is all for Timur. He lacks these purely masculine games with peers." "What about football?" "Football is also part of his life. But there must be variety. Especially on my birthday.” I wave to my son as he runs through the window. "Instead of toys, it would be better if I found a father for my son." Our song is good, start over. I just want to take it and close my ears like a child so as not to listen to my mother's moralizing. At least today. "Mom, stop it. I do not want to quarrel with you. Please." "Where is Andrey? Why didn't you invite him? Mom doesn't let up." The ringing of the telephone frees me from the responsibility of answering my mother. “Sorry, important call." I point to the phone and quickly leave the cafe, through the main entrance to the street. "Hello? I don't like answering calls from unknown numbers, but I have to." "Good afternoon! Can I speak to Yana Alexandrovna?" "I'm listening to you." "Hello. My name is Inna. I am a representative of the company "Aspect". You sent us your resume. Unfortunately, you are not suitable for us." Before I even open my mouth, the girl says goodbye to me and interrupts the conversation. "Kind of strange. But thank you for at least calling back and letting me know about your decision,” I mutter under my breath. At the same moment, Andrey comes up to me. "Hello, honey! What's wrong?" He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek. I turn and smile. I put my hands on his shoulders. With Andrey, I always feel good and calm. And the mood is better when he is around. "Oh, hi! Yes, denied again. Tired already. It feels like I'm not looking for a job, but I'll forgive you to give money just like that." "You're smart. Don't worry. So this is not your place and all." "Hmmm, Hmmm." heard behind Andrew. Andrey didn't come alone? I didn't even notice. I look over his shoulder at the disturber of our peace. Yes, something like that. Again he. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Andrei, I left a folder in your car," he said. "I will bring it now." Andrey takes out the keys from his pocket and, having apologized to me, goes to the car, "One minute, Jan." For some reason, Oleg remains standing nearby. "Are you looking for a job?" Oleg asks without looking at me. "Well, maybe I'm looking. What about that to you?" I try to be casual. Titov ignores my remark and continues to be interested: "Speciality?" "Translator." "Keep a business card. Call Monday. There is an offer." My eyebrows go up in surprise. But I don't give up. “Until recently, I didn’t delight you. Especially on the road. Why such a concern all of a sudden?" "I liked you, beauty," Oleg winks at me and steps towards the returning Andrey. I can't answer anything. I stand and look at how two significant men for me shake hands and disperse. Andrey to me, Oleg away from me. "Andrey, how do you know this man?" I ask when he returns. I am tormented by vague doubts. Meeting Oleg for the second time in a day is too much for a mere accident. "This is Oleg Titov - my client. Sorry, didn't think it would fit. I gave him a ride after the meeting. He's got some business around here. Do you know each other?" I straighten Andrei's tie, which hangs ugly. I already regret that I asked him about Oleg. "Well, how to say familiar. He cut me off on the road today when I was on my way to pick up Tim from practice. And we exchanged a few words at the Arena. And now he gave me a business card. Heard us. He says there is work. He is strange. Didn't even ask anything. Not about my experience, or where I worked. He only said to call on Monday." "Yes, Oleg, of course, can be harsh in communication. But I have no idea about work. He has his own company organizing various sporting events. And soon, as I understand it, Titov will also take the post of general director of the local football club," in parallel with the stories, Andrey also manages to hold me tightly in his arms.