The past weekend had a good impact on both Emily and Demian himself. The second was much more important, because the employees who came to work were already afraid of the angry glance of their boss.
- Well, everything, I ran, - Emily rather deftly clicked the seat belt buckle and freed herself from it. Damian had not yet had time to turn off the car, as she wanted to run out, but the man held her by the elbow.
- I mean, ran? - he grumbled tightly squeezing a woman's hand.
- What? Something is wrong? - the secretary was even embarrassed. - What's the matter?
- And you don't want to kiss me ?! - the deputy exclaimed even more capriciously, defiantly making a grimace.
- We recently ... - Amy tries to justify herself, mumbling quietly to herself. She only recently adjusted her lipstick, s
