Amen stood like a formidable rock, looking at his unsuccessful clerk. He made her practice writing so that she could finally write better and faster. Only he did not look at her letters at all, all his attention was focused on her curves, on her face, on her dark hair. He himself did not understand how his hand touched her tender shoulders. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to kiss her and he couldn't hold back anymore.

«Do you need to be punished so that you try better?»-he said sternly.