Chapter 1: Introduction
Anastasia est entrée dans Autodvorik pour la première fois, l'odeur de l'huile de voiture et du caoutchouc brûlant l'envahait. Ses yeux se sont précipités de la voiture de sport rouge au centre, vers les visages souriants des mécaniciens entassés en demi-cercle devant elle, puis est venue se reposer sur lui. Elle a repris son souffle à la vue de Vladimir appuyé contre le comptoir de la réception.
His form-fitting suit and short, meticulously styled hair exuded an aura of power and sophistication, but it was his eyes that drew her in. They were dark and intelligent with a hint of melancholy.
"Welcome to Autodvorik," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm Vladimir, the director. And you are?"
"Anastasia," she replied, taking in his expensive cologne as she shook his outstretched hand.
She could feel the firmness of his grip, and the warmth radiating from him, making her heart flutter. "I'm here for the job interview."
"Ah, yes," Vladimir said, his gaze never leaving hers as he motioned for her to follow him. "The advert didn't mention just how beautiful the candidate is."
Anastasia raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her blush.
"Beauty isn't my strongest suit, Mercedes boss-man," she quipped, smiling playfully. Her humor was disarming, and Vladimir couldn't help but laugh. It was different, unexpected, and it made her even more appealing.
"Well, we'll see about that," he said, already aware of her qualifications from herapplication. He led her into his luxurious office, with its panoramic view of the bustling city below.
The room was thick with the aroma of expensive leather and polished oak, and adorned with ornate artworks that exuded opulence. In the center stood a mahogany desk, upon which rested a laptop and a phone, silent and inanimate, awaiting the decisive hand of Vladimir.
As he walked towards the windows, Anastasia could not help but take a moment to observe him. She could see the muscles in his back flexing beneath his suit jacket, and it stirred something deep within her.