In the luxurious apartments of the presidential suite, on a large soft sofa, the general director of the holding Roman Petrovich is conveniently located. At forty-five, he had a truly awesome look — a predatory nose, a thin mouth, a strong-willed chin, menacingly wide-eyed brows and penetrating eyes, short black-haired hair, broad shoulders and a sinister smile.

He addressed all his employees exclusively to “you” and did not hesitate to admit that he liked to feel his own strength and power. Under his leadership, worked more than a thousand people. They served four premium hotels in three metropolitan areas of the country. But besides this, the holding had two underground casinos with slot machine halls. Naturally, few people knew about it.

From the very beginning, Roman Petrovich took up the task with energy and perseverance. A person holding such a responsible position is obliged to have a sharp mind, capable of simultaneously solving many problems. Therefore, hard work did not remain without remuneration - the holding began to flourish and develop ...

Opposite him, in wide leather armchairs, sat Viktor Sergeevich and his secretary-referent - Inga.

The interior of the apartment was filled with bright electric light, stylized antique, and the size amazed the imagination. Lamps with rock crystal lampshades; solid curtains on the huge windows-arches; fresh cut flowers in painted vases; a large soft sofa with massive armrests and the same chair next to it and opposite; oak secretary of the last century; a glass cabinet with porcelain sets on the shelves and a marble fireplace in gold. From the windows opened a magnificent panorama of the city at night, filled with alluring shining colorful lights. Antique entourage rooms perfectly in harmony with the huge plasma TVs, computers, robots, assistants and music stereo.

On the coffee table stood a few pot-bellied bottles of excellent expensive alcohol and a bucket of ice.

“Inga, make us whiskey, please,” said Roman Petrovich. His voice sounded calm, but under this calm was something disturbing.

Elegant secretary chose a bottle of BALLANTINES. I opened it, filled the snifters with ice, refilled the whiskey and served it to the men.

The eyes of the owner of the holding slowly slid over the soft outlines of the face of a young woman, luxurious light curls, alluring figure. She was in impeccable tailoring from the famous fashion house, with a short and narrow skirt and jacket, tightly fitting a chic figure. Her blond hair was laid in a graceful high hairstyle, skillful makeup emphasized beauty, and slightly let down eyes seemed to be shining with precious stones in the sun. Heavenly jacket color reached the middle of the appetizing thighs. Amber buttons perfectly harmonized with amber-colored twisted braid on the lapels, collar and sleeves. A short snow-white skirt and blue leather shoes with heels, breathtakingly lengthened the already long slender legs. In general, Inga looked confident and defiantly sexy.

Before appearing in the presidential suite, half an hour ago, she energetically entered the office of Viktor Sergeyevich, accompanied by the fragrance of refined perfumes, and addressed her assistants:

- Hi girls. The commission will be here in ten minutes. I have to ask you. Now blow down to the restaurant. There are prepared carts with hot dishes and snacks. Lift them up here and set them up for this meeting table. In the rest room I will bring them myself.

Svetlana and Nastya without delay began to carry out her mission ...

- How are we? - strictly asked Roman Petrovich.His gaze burned through Inga.

“Everything is fine, Roman Petrovich,” she replied. Her knees trembled, and goose bumps ran down her skin. - Leonid Igorevich and Lev Davidovich are already in the rest room, and your bodyguard Valery is in the waiting room. My girls treat and care for them.

Sipping his temples, he studied her attentively from head to toe. Yes, it was a class, it is undoubtedly. And besides - beautiful, charming, intelligent and sexy.

“Oh, those are the blonde and the brunette whom we saw in Sergeyitch's office?” - A mysterious smile twisted his lips. “The waitresses from the restaurant?”

“No, they are saleswomen of souvenirs and newspapers from our kiosks,” the young woman radiated benevolence and sincerely wanted to make a good impression on him. - Just help me today.

Roman Petrovich took a few more sips of the most delicious drink and carefully looked at Viktor Sergeevich. All day his thoughts were busy with a very important matter, which was to be discussed with the manager of the hotel alone now.

“Inga, come out for half an hour,” he raised his eyebrow sternly. - We will have a serious conversation.

She smiled with visible tension and immediately rose from her chair.

- Well, Roman Petrovich.

“Obviously, it will be about why he actually came from Moscow,” Inga understood and left, closing the door tightly behind her.

“Well, well, let's begin,” said Roman Petrovich sternly, and his eyebrows met on the bridge of his nose. - The hotel is kept in good condition. You have been working for a long time, it could not be otherwise. But now you have to do the real work, - under his gaze, Viktor Sergeevich unwittingly shivered. - What is your relationship with the "fathers of the city"?

“Close ones,” the hotel director answered as calmly as possible. - They constantly graze here with their mistresses.

“Fine,” the general said fairly. - We want to open an illegal casino in the city. And you have to do it.

The meaning of what was said did not immediately reach Viktor Sergeyevich's consciousness, and when he did so, his eyes widened in surprise. He threw up his head and immediately bumped into the firm, penetrating gaze of the Moscow chief. After a moment, he nodded meekly.

- Work is not difficult! - the general's voice softened, metallic notes disappeared, but a hoarseness appeared in him, which again alerted his counterpart. - Find a room in the center, pick up the staff, take care of safety, emergency exits, privacy. At first, you will only let “your own” and strictly according to the recommendations.

- A thing unfamiliar to me. New, - Viktor Sergeyevich could not concentrate on his thoughts, the proximity of the boss worried him, prevented him from gathering. - Will I cope?

“You can do it, Vitya ...”, said the guest from Moscow in a calm tone, and in his eyes a strange light came on. - Leonid will stay here for a month and help you to start. It is not the first casino to open, the experience is immense. Equipment and staff training on it. He will be the manager. All attendants will pass through it too.

- And then? When he leaves, who will? - Viktor Sergeevich tried to bargain. My head was still ripening a vague plan of action. He was not a lover of adventures, but, apparently, he had no choice. - Yes, and mayors-Shmara, cops, prosecutors need something to unfasten the "closed eyes."

- Put your man, reliable, - in the voice of the main boss again returned icy notes. - And for bribes do not worry. Vaughn, Lev will unfasten you as much as you need to buy the whole tip of the city.

The next twenty minutes, business men spent discussing the details and solving organizational issues ...

When everything was negotiated, Roman Petrovich breathed a sigh of relief:

- Well, call Ingui, let him pour and sit with us.

After a couple of minutes, returning to the apartment, the executive secretary refilled her glasses of whiskey and sank into a chair opposite Roman Petrovich.Her slender legs were slightly apart just enough to allow the holding's owner to see beautiful tender thighs and an inviting strip of silk panties between them under the snow-white skirt. His gaze became more intense.

Aroused by alcohol ...