Local skyscraper, loudly called working there people "Empire State Building", kept in the walls empty unsubstantiated gossip, broken lives than one worker, countless mouse-pads, the sound of keyboard shortcuts, tons of daily waste paper, used condoms, groans, sighs and much more. Oddly enough, but people hated this building. Although, most likely, they hated endless work, from which absolutely everyone was nauseated. But people were going. Hated and walked. They went and hated. And Marina hated this stupid job more than others. And as one of her friends said: “I would have stopped going to my work a long time ago, but they pay money there.” Well, like money ... So, the means to maintain the viability of labor. That was someone on Monday to go to the labor field.

Exactly one minute nine every morning on the first floor chaos begins. By this time, excited, sleepy, angry, not sleeping, screaming, jostling thousands and thousands of quitters, fly into the building. In any case, the majority of their magnanimous and omnipotent bosses, who, by the way, pull up closer to half-past ten, rightly calling their delays "work latency," think so. Marina's boss, by the way, was a clear exception to this rule. Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Vysotny at work lived. At least, this impression was created by his subordinates. Advertising agency "High-Rise and Partners" was located on the forty-first floor and began its working day not from nine in the morning, like all offices of the building, but from seven thirty in the morning.

***

Marina opened her eyes. Sleeping smacking, she looked at the screen of the smartphone, grimaced, and looking at her boyfriend, who was peacefully sleeping without hind legs, mumbled something, like “fucking Monday again”, slowly got out of bed, and with an unsteady gait went to the kitchen to put coffee.

- Damn it! I ... na-aaaaa ... rabo-ooo-thats be late-yuyuyu! - Marina whined, standing "cancer" in her bra and lace panties, shifted to the side.

- "Pancake! Other men in the morning stone risers, and here, as always, one disappointment! What kind of injustice ?! ”.

Her fingers quite actively touched the clitoris, whining in sweet languor, trying to bring the long-awaited release to the body closer. But her boyfriend obviously bungled. True, there were several reasons.

- Yes, yes, now, baby ... Just morning ... Yes, I am now, wait.

- “Che for a woman insatiable? Damn, I didn't have time to tear my eyes - let's fuck! ”

Having spent about a thousand cells of the central nervous system, which by the way, are not restored, Marina slammed the door of the red Opel Corsa, bent over the rear-view mirror, and meticulously assessed her face for the hundredth time in the morning. At this time, her protruding fifth point, covered with a light cloth of black trousers, was assessed by the improvement manager of the territory adjacent to Empire State Building, Vasily. Yes, yes, it is the manager, not the most ordinary janitor. This is the policy of the company, which was obliged to keep the building clean, all offices, the territory and parking spaces, where Vasily actually worked. Licked his parched lips, the janitor, sorry, the manager, felt his yesterday's trophy in his pocket. Today he will have a great day, that's for sure.

An orange Nissan Micra pulled into a nearby parking space. Complainingly hitting the brakes - or tires - he stopped at the edge of the curb, not reaching him with a bumper just a centimeter. Humming quite enough, Marina straightened up, and turning her gaze to the orange “toy”, on autopilot, pressed the central locking button on her car keys.

“It was a bitch,” the girl commented on the appearance of a familiar car.

But Marina was slightly mistaken. Have appeared! Her desktop neighbor, a close friend and direct competitor on the career ladder with her boyfriend.Why not a boyfriend? Yes, because Marina didn’t turn his tongue to call IT a man.

- High Marish. Whats up?

- And hello to you, - answered Marina Lise. - Decided to throw Kostya?

- Yeah. We are together from home. Yes baby?

“Uh-huh,” moaned Konstantin, the ultra-long relative of their boss, Vyacheslav Alexandrovich, pulling his thin, lanky little body out of Mikra.

On the parking space on the left side of Marinina "Corsy" gallantly taxied the black "Volkswagen Passat" of the latest model. Marina opened her eyes from the bitch, and looked at the sedan, from which her secret admirer Vadim was no less gallant.

“So, today or never!”, Marina decided, one hundred and one million times in six months working together in the same office with Vadim, her immediate boss.

- "Here is a bitch!", - Elizabeth made the verdict, angrily flashing her blue-eyed third-size at Marina. - "Promoted wanted mare."

- “Cool! I’ve got the track, ”Konstantin rejoiced, looking at the screen of his new iPhone7.

At this time, a man came out of the “Passat”. They say about such people - it looks like a new bill. To shine polished shoes, business classic suit, tie with a clip, expensive cufflinks and watches. In his appearance, everything spoke about financial stability and prosperity. But few people knew that his car was presented to him by one young passenger, the watch was a better fake for a well-known brand, and the cufflinks and the clip were ordinary jewelry.

- Good morning everyone. Marina, I have a request for you. Somewhere in about twenty minutes, visit me with the Delphi project. Good?

Marina swam. This so ... sexually-disturbing, even and calm voice did something unimaginable to her. “Goosebumps” ran through the body, and something abruptly stirred in the lower abdomen.

- D-good, Vadim ... Vitalevich. Of course, Vadim Vitalevich.

- “Everything ... We arrived. I haven’t entered his office yet, but I’m ready for everything, ”the girl noted to herself.

***

- Vadim ... I'm ready to pounce on you! Not. Will not work. Is he a bone or something? Yes, and I'm not a dog. Although for him I would be a bitch. So ... And where is the flash drive?

Marina frantically rummaged in her purse. Seventeen minutes past nine. After three minutes, she should report to Vadim on the work done on a very serious and promising, and most importantly, profitable project. But where is this piece of plastic? Break the bottom of the entire contents of the bag, she became cold. Is it home left? Suddenly the door to Vadim Vitalyevich’s office opened, and because of her, her immediate superior seemed half-leaning out.

- Marina, let's now, I need to see everything as soon as possible.

With an uncertain step, the girl entered the office and internally prepared for the worst.

- Vadim ... Vitalevich. You see ... There is such a thing ...

- Something happened? - the man tore his eyes from the papers.

- Yes and no. The project is ready, but it seems I left it at home.

- It seems, or left?

- It seems ...

Her chef rose from his chair, and gestured to the next chair. The girl obediently sat down.

- Let's take it in order. He's ready?

- Who?

- The project.

- Oh, yes. Of course.

- You copied it to a flash drive?

Affirmative nod.

- Last time you worked at home?

- Yeah. And apparently on the coffee table and left her. I can instantly ...

- Yes, where already instantly! Working transportation, - her chief sighed. - Damn, I planned to finish tomorrow with customers. Not even one important meeting suffered.

Marina braced herself. No, she was not a modest timid mouse. Rather the opposite. Just beside this man she was losing her sanity and composure. After all, she is a woman. That he should seek it, and not vice versa. But it turned out that way.

- Maybe I can comfort you?

Vadim's surprise was no limit. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Marina, who slowly undid the button on her jacket, and began to take it off.

- Um, Marina, what are you ... are you doing?

- What does it look like?

Marina got up, walked to the door ...