How I Married A Billionaire

"Sof, come here," a friend shouted through the cafeteria. I have an offer for you that you can't refuse - that's why? She screams, and I'm ashamed. Probably because the proposal is for me, and in my direction already went oblique glances.

Anh, why scream like that? Now the whole office will discuss what kind of offer this is that cannot be refused.

Sofia , you need to be bolder, how are you going to manage the department, if you are so afraid of rumors? Without hiding her sarcasm, Anka asked with a smile. If another one is appointed.

"So, get rid of bad thoughts quickly," I forgot to mention, my only friend is a complete optimist. You've been working on this company like a donkey for five years. Only thanks to you, this company earns millions a year. And, if you're not in the position, I'm scared all over the city. No, there is no one worthy in the whole country.

I hope that our Leonid Nikolaevich adheres to the same opinion, I really hope.

"You just need to be a little more confident and brave," Anka declared with clenching her fists with a heroic look. Zina came to the Boss last year and said that she would resign if her salary was not raised.

"So she has been working here for fifteen years, since the very foundation of the company," I weakly objected.

For fifteen years, she wipes chairs in the office with her big ass and always saws her nails, and you are a highly qualified specialist. Okay, let's not talk about that yet. I am one hundred percent sure that this position will be yours. Ah, now to my suggestion. Do you remember Dima, don't you?

Your boyfriend? Just in case, I clarified, or else a little.

"Yes, he is the one," Anya nodded with half a sausage sandwich in her mouth. So, he has a friend.

Ahh, are you for the old again? Sometimes I have the feeling that my personal life worries Anka more than I do. I don't have time to go on dates, and if I also get a position, then there will be even less time.

- Maybe then, well, it's a raise? - I'm sure Anya would have given up the post if it had affected her personal life. - Okay, don't look at me like that! I'm kidding. And yet, think about dating. Yura is a great guy. Thirty-two, he was not married, no children, has his own apartment, and recently took a car. On credit, true, but a good foreign car. And, as he cooks, fingers licked. Recently, my Dima set such a table for his birthday, delicious.

If he's so good, why is he not married at thirty-two? Usually they are sorted out in school.

You're also good, and also very correct and economical. Such people usually either get married immediately after school, or wait until they finish university. But you're twenty-six, and you weren't married, you have no children. I have a job , of course, an excuse.

I sincerely want to create a family and a child, but sometimes it seems to me that I have some kind of crown of celibacy on me. Or maybe my self-esteem is to blame for six years of mismatch. In my entire life, I have truly loved only once, but not mutually. I was fat in my youth, but like in my youth until I was twenty-three, and he didn't like those.

I was a fool in love, I was sure that I could get reciprocity from him, but no. I was on diets. To no avail, only then I gained more, played sports. I even ran with him, once. The truth lagged behind him at the beginning of the journey, and he did not wait, completed the run and went home. And then I went home for another forty minutes.

And, even when he kissed my girlfriend (was at the time) in front of me, I believed I could get his love.

"Work will not hug you at night, and does not go to get medicine when you get sick," the friend righteously stated with a quote from VKontakte. Yes, and your work won't make you a child.

Our pointless argument would have continued for a very long time, but at the moment when I wanted to express my opinion on this matter, an agitated Zina Lvovna ran into the cafeteria.

"They announced," she shouted, panting. Our Lerochka... No, now Valeria Dmitrievna has become the new head of the department.

Leroy? I couldn't believe it. She's only been in the company for six months.

And, straight to the bosses?

Anya is right for me and, indeed, I need to become braver. For one second, it seemed to me that my blood in my veins boiled with anger. With this attitude, I immediately went to the principal's office.

She opened the door and didn't even knock.

It was definitely not me, but some demon took possession of my body. At least that's what I thought at that point.

Leonid Nikolaevich...

My boss is a deeply married man, fifty-five years old. A small belly, a bald spot on the back of the head - in general, nothing special, an ordinary average man.

"Sophia, I just remembered you," did I recall? Isn't that a good thing? Or is it? - Most likely, do you already know that Valeria Dmitrievna has been appointed to the post of head of the communications department? She didn't interact much with him before, so I instruct you to keep her up to date.

Leonid Nikolaevich when I finally had the courage to say everything I think about my boss and Lerochka, only one word "MORTGAGE" arose in my head.

"I will not remain in debt," the boss said, misunderstood me. At the end of the month I will write you a bonus.

"Okay," the memories of the two million I have yet to pay quickly dampened all my agility. And I had to take a two-piece. And if I quit now, how much will I have to look for a new job. Yes, and let me be an ordinary employee, but the salary here is decent. I'll go and get ready.

"Go," the boss waved his hand.

An agitated Anka was waiting for me at the door of the office.

Sof, you what? So quickly ran away? It's nice that there's one person who cares about me. You didn't say stupid things, did you? Or is the position yours? A friend asked hopefully. I just shook my head softly. Fired? Yeah, I'm kidding, Dima just has two seats in the secretariat of his company. Now I will say everything to this Moron Nikolaevich, and then together we will go to the secretaries. The salary is less, but nothing is enough for the first time.

Quietly you or from such screams, Anka will be fired faster than me. Not fired, but not promoted either. Everything is in the same place. Ahh! I thought, I agree to go on a date with Yura, maybe he really has no luck in his career, he will be lucky in love!

An', how do you like it? Honestly, this already seems to be absurd. Yes, I haven't been on a date in a long time, but is it really true that I can't dress up beautifully on my own? I think it's very good.

Soph, where did you dig this up? I swear, it seemed to me that a friend would throw herself at me and tear this dress right on me.

It's new, -I tried to defend myself, and straightened the folds on the pale green dress. I bought it on sale a couple of weeks ago.

And it looks like you found it in your grandmother's chest with a dowry. Here I have one, and it's a pity to throw it away, but it's already a shame to wear it. Some prickly blankets are worth something, - looking at the dress again, Anya could not stand it and left the room.

I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong. The dress reached the floor, and was in a flower, as well as an interesting pleat. In my humble opinion. So what if it's completely closed? Or even, what difference does it make that it was too warm for summer weather.

Yes, damn it...

I myself understood that this dress was not suitable for a date. I personally liked the dress, but it was for a walk in the park, not for going to a restaurant. I'm embarrassed to admit, I didn't really have a choice. The date was already scheduled for the evening, and in my modest wardrobe, there was nothing but business suits. I would have known in advance, at least I went shopping, maybe I bought something.

Here, take it, Anya entered the room with a satisfied look, and giving me the package, and with a sense of accomplishment sat on the sofa. Not branded, but definitely better than this "masterpiece". I just bought it today, out of friendship I will give you the right to be the first to walk in it.

On the one hand, I was very grateful to my friend, but on the other hand, I was very nervous when I unpacked the dress.

Let's just say that Anka has a very specific taste. And, if at work she still follows the dress code, then in her free time nothing limits her. Even now, she was dressed in a panda costume... Pandas... So I had to pray that the outfit was neither short nor tight, and no nuclear greens or pinks. Or something even worse.

Do not be afraid, seeing my confusion and reluctance, Anya took the package and took out this dress herself. I'm going to Dima's parents on the weekend, his mother has an anniversary, so I bought the most decent, but to my taste. The color is a little not mine, but I will endure one evening. I spent almost four hours looking for him, so very carefully, the girl theatrically wiped invisible tears. I tear it from my heart.

The dress was not only completely in Anka's taste, but also in no way contradicted mine. A black plain pencil dress to the knee, however, tight, but not all at once, after all. I would never buy this for myself, but it's not because I don't like it, I just prefer looser things. And, although my figure can be envied now, it's not so easy to get rid of habits that have been formed for more than twenty years.

"Perfect," Anya called as I entered the room. "I'll do your hair and makeup now, and it will be generally super," without waiting for my reaction, the girl ran out into the corridor again and returned with a huge bag stuffed with everything that was possible.

You decided to move in with me? even when she first came to me, I was struck by her luggage, but I could not even imagine that this was all for me.

Sof, I've known you for five years, - not looking up from the analysis of the home beauty salon, Anya threw a laughing look at me. "And, I know how you live. Your whole apartment is filled with only work, you don't care about your appearance at all. Oh, you only have mascara and lip balm for cosmetics, and only because I gave it to you.

I have a lot of stuff. Care products yes, you don't have decorative cosmetics. Back and forth and we will be thirty, and then no matter how you take care of your skin, but age gives its own. And, cosmetics help to hide some imperfections. I'm not telling you to put on make-up every day like for a wedding. And, a light make-up will not hurt anyone, - Anya began to bring beauty to my face, while not stopping her lecture. "Or maybe if you had ever put on a sexier outfit, then this position would have gone to you.

How is it connected? Also, I dress according to the dress code.

Naive, close your eyes at such moments, it seems to me that a friend has chosen the wrong job. Have you seen the cutouts Lera wears blouses with? And the skirts! They are so tight that she walks at a speed of two steps per minute. I am still silent about the neckline on this skirt. And mind you, everything is according to your favorite dress code. In addition, today I heard that in the morning she arrived with our Dirty Nikolaevich.

Kill me, but I don't understand what is the point of appointing your mistresses to such important positions will she get wiser if she sleeps with her boss, or will the performance increase from this? "Isn't the boss afraid that she won't be able to handle it?" The whole company may suffer from this, I'm already silent about the fact that if true, then he is also cheating on his wife.

What can't she do? Cope! After all, people like you work for it. And those are the majority in the department. Here you will do all the work, and she will only go and report for the work done. Maybe even the award will be written out - and that's true. "Look at everything ready," turning off the iron, Anya turned me around to face the mirror. Yura won't be able to take his eyes off you.

A completely strange and unfamiliar woman was looking at me from the mirror. Her black hair was curled into large ringlets and pulled up, with only a few strands hanging down sexy at the sides. Anya also tried her best on makeup: red lips, thin arrows, I don't even know how to do this, but, probably, in the future, be sure to learn.

"Thank you," I whispered, barely holding back tears. - Very beautiful, - looking at myself now, I really believed that I could please a man.

You are very beautiful without all this, I just emphasized this beauty. Although I know that you yourself are pretty good at painting. Well, except for the arrows. No offense, but your eyes are clumsy in front of Anka, tears also came out. If you want to thank, then make me the godmother of your and Yurka's first-born. If he is, then definitely, I also want to be the godmother of your child with Dima, children It seems so far away.

"Agreed," Anya nodded, hugging me. Everyone go, call a taxi, otherwise you will be late, but for now I will clean everything here.

Anh, this precisely the restaurant? even in the dress of a friend, here I felt like a beggar. I'm afraid if I still insisted on my own - in a flower, then I had no option now but to leave. You said that he had a car on credit? Where does the money for such a place come from? - to dine here, my salary is not enough. At best, I'll just leave it all here, and then I'll suck my thumb for the rest of the month. At worst, I'll still have to wash the dishes or the floors, or how they work off unpaid food in a restaurant.

He did not take another loan to show off if so, then my opinion about the unfamiliar Yura has already fallen to a minimum. I do not like people who, for the sake of their inflated ego, get into debt, and then sit with their bare ass. Maybe it's true that I have the mindset of an old grandmother, but I believe that we must live within our means. AND,

"You haven't met yet, and you are already worried about his wallet," a friend laughed on the phone, followed immediately by a caustic remark. - Take it easy. He earns normally, enough for dinner. Yes, and if not enough, then that's his problem. It was his decision to invite you here. You just get up and leave.

I am sure that Anka spoke so freely on this topic only because she herself had never been to this restaurant. Otherwise, the friend was not so calm.

In this establishment, the uniforms of the waiters are more expensive and of better quality than the "expensive" dress that I am currently wearing. And the fact that people like me are infrequent guests here could be understood from the contemptuous glances that I increasingly caught on myself.

And the enthusiasm that I had at home has long since disappeared. Even the idea arose to escape from a date that had not yet begun.

"At least try," I said to myself. Suddenly, the truth, something will come out, it will be much more inconvenient if I just run away. Yes, and Anka will get her moralizing later.

"Hello," the girl greeted politely. - Do you need a table? Unfortunately, everything is occupied with us now and will be released no earlier than in two hours, will you wait? - the girl at first glance spoke and behaved very politely. But I have been working with people for too long and I know perfectly well how things really are. I could read impatience in her eyes, and unwillingness to waste time on me. And, that's right, I don't look like a person who will spend a lot of money in this establishment or leave too much a tip.

I have an appointment here, my companion was supposed to book a table, I'm a fool, I had to take Anka's number and arrange a meeting outside the restaurant. Now I wouldn't have to blush like that.

What is the name of your partner, please? it turns out that it was not awkward then, but now it is already. I don't know anything other than my name.

"Yuri," I squeaked, hoping that there would be only one Yura in the restaurant.

Come in, you have been waiting for a long time, after a few seconds, to my great happiness, the waitress answered. It even seemed to me that envy flashed in the girl's voice.

The further I went inside, the more I was amazed by the beauty of this place. It looked more like a museum than a restaurant. One carved furniture made to be delighted, and what kind of paintings and statues are there. I'm sure that if the lousiest food in the world is served here, people will still come here, just to admire the local interior.

Yuri Lvovich, your companion has just arrived, the hostess with all politeness turned to the man at the table.

And here, I realized what caused the envy in the girl's voice.

Yura!

I have never seen such handsome men in the movies. Ah, I've been watching TV every evening for "n" years. The hair is so beautiful and deep black that I even became envious. I have been painting this color for so many years, but I could not achieve such a shade. And here, someone from birth was lucky. Straight nose, not too thin or full lips, wide but well-groomed eyebrows. But the most fascinating are the eyes. Grey, like silver. Until today, I didn't know that such eyes could exist.

Yuri was too perfect.

And, even for a second it seemed to me that it was love at first sight, on my part. But, such a man did not suit me, I knew that very well. A man like Yuri cannot belong to one woman, and if they build a serious relationship with someone, then definitely not with a woman like me. Not his level.

Now I'll sit, for half an hour out of courtesy, and leave a date on very "urgent" matters. And then I'm afraid, then Yuri himself will do the same.

"Hi," I greeted, taking my seat, not in my own voice.

The reason why I was so nervous was not clear even to myself. Maybe it was because this is my first date in a long time. Or maybe because almost all the women in this restaurant were throwing ambiguous glances at my partner.

"You're late," Yuri remarked not politely at all. Almost seven minutes.

Sorry, after such a statement, I even unconsciously switched to "you". Already, this Yuri had an over pressing aura. I wanted to leave right now, now I have definitely lost all illusions and hopes that I will build a family with this person. More precisely, I stopped believing in those fairy tales that Anka inspired me. I'll probably go...

"Sit down," I didn't even have time to get up when the order came. I don't have much time, so I'll get straight to the point. Tomorrow we will get married, - here I finally went nuts. I even wondered if I was having auditory hallucinations. You will play the role of my wife for three months, that's enough. After the divorce, as I promised, you will receive an apartment in the center and ten million rubles. Then only one thing is required of you, to disappear and not remind my family of yourself in any way.