Leaving the boss's office, Robert frowned in irritation. As he was told, a complaint was again received against him from someone from the female half of the team. "If I hear anything like that again" - said the bastard in the expensive business jacket - "I'll have to fire you, Bob." Tch... It wasn't fair.

It was approaching seven in the evening, Frost noticed, looking at his wristwatch, he would soon have to go home and help his mother with dinner... Again. This was repeated day after day. How had he not gone crazy yet ?

Moving towards his work place, the brown-haired man concentrated on trying to tear off the protruding cuticle on the thumb of his right hand with his teeth. And, apparently carried away, he did not notice how he ran into someone.

Oh, m... my apologies... - He spoke barely audibly, lowering his gaze somewhere to the floor.