Maxim

What joy overwhelmed me! I was accepted to a new, promising job. I was almost flying home, but a call from a guy ruined my dreams.

• We need to break up.

The words echoed in my head, burning my heart. Sadness, like lead, bound me. I changed my route and wandered like a shadow to the nearest bar - to drown my wounds in wine. I sat there, crushed, when suddenly a stranger landed next to me. A real Apollo.

– May I sit down?

• Yes, are you alone too?

• Yes.

The conversation started by itself. It turned out that he had inherited a huge company, and he, poor thing, was celebrating his last day of freedom. My drinking buddy turned out to be unusually talkative, especially after a couple of drinks. In the end, we were sitting on a bench and belting out songs at the top of our lungs, from classical to chanson. How I ended up at home, I don’t remember at all. In the morning, as if scalded, I was getting ready for my new job. Luckily, I managed to hide yesterday’s binge under layers of makeup. Already approaching the office, I noticed a stir – it seemed they were celebrating the appointment of a new director. I didn’t pay any attention to it. They took me to meet them. And there, in the director’s chair, sat… him. My drinking buddy from yesterday. My new director?