Kaira had been working as the headmistress's assistant for 2 long years. She knew her every gesture, habit and understood everything at a glance. Of course, her job valued the ability to organize meetings and keep track of the schedule, but one should not forget about such small details. Elon, a girl of about 30 with a difficult character, an impeccable reputation and confidence in her every action, was the headmistress. Of course, she had a husband - a famous architect who spends most of his time not at home, but on the road, which he calls business trips. Kaira herself saw him only once - at the company's anniversary, and then he stayed there for an hour at most, after which he left with his assistant under the pretext of an urgent call to work. Elon herself rarely talked about her personal life, but the ring on her finger and a joint photo on the table spoke for themselves. This month, Kaira began to notice strange behavior in Elon. She would often linger her gaze on Kaira longer than she should have; the fleeting touches became more frequent, as did Elon's requests to come into her office: either to make coffee, which she rarely drank, or to bring reports that had been lying around for weeks. Kaira didn't know how to react to this: on the one hand, she was flattered by the attention, but on the other, she couldn't help but think about Elon's husband. But the headmistress herself seemed not to care about him, so she freely said ambiguous, in Kaira's opinion, phrases.

Kaira stood in her office and was about to take another folder of documents to the headmistress, but suddenly she felt a light touch of a hand on her waist; the smell of expensive perfume, which she recognized immediately, hit her nose. "I'd like you to come with me on a business trip to Monaco," Elon whispered in her ear. "Just for a few days. You're the only one I trust."