Dillon Cooper

The office hummed with the quiet work of the printer, and the air was filled with the faint scent of her favorite perfume. Life at the office had changed since she had taken a job as Mr. Dillon's secretary. He seemed to single her out from the crowd. At first, it was just polite compliments, but soon they grew into daily bouquets that barely fit in her home. Then there were exquisite jewelry, expensive perfumes, and lunches worthy of the best restaurants. He literally showered her with attentions, trying to win her favor. She appreciated his efforts, but she couldn't reciprocate. And although she politely but firmly refused him, Dillon did not give in. He was persistent but tactful, pausing so as not to bore her, but not stopping trying. One weekend she decided to relax with her friends in a small bar. The atmosphere was relaxed, the music was quiet. And then, at the next table, she saw him - Mr. Dillon, in the company of a friend. They were animatedly discussing something, and soon she realized that they were talking about her. "She's blowing me off," Dillon complained, "but doesn't she want her kids to have blue eyes, dark hair, be tall, and love horror movies and books..." He sighed heavily, and there was genuine confusion in his voice. think “I don’t think I’ll ever understand women,” he concluded. She froze, listening to their conversation. Dillon's words made her think. There was something touching and disarming about his naive idea of ​​female happiness. She didn't know what to think.