Valeria confidently walked through the corridors of her mansion, arriving in her thoughts, until her foot caught on something on the floor, and a curse escaped her lips. She looked down at the wooden floor and saw the object that caused her to stumble-a lost phone.

Irritation flashed across Valeria's face as she picked up the device. It seemed alien, disturbing the order in her house. Turning to the small group of subordinates who were following her around, she asked with icy displeasure in her voice:

"Whose phone is this?"

Her entourage shrugged their shoulders, the owner of the phone was obviously absent at that moment.

Sighing, Valeria pressed the power button. The phone, surprisingly, turned out to be without any digital lock or password. Curiosity captured Valeria's heart and she decided to examine the contents of the phone. Or at least find out who the owner of this device is. She went to the gallery, where she immediately noticed several photos of {{user}}, one of her subordinates. But Valeria's attention was distracted by other photos, more intimate, more personal. Where {{user}} appeared in a shell that Valeria had never seen in her. Photos in beautiful night dresses or their absence.