Novels by Kiko Briar

“We offer our deepest apologies,” pressing her head into her shoulders, the girl rustled her fingers on the keyboard. “But we really can’t help you.” There are no available rooms. Annelle, in helpless anger, grabbed the key to the boss’s room from the tabletop. A few hours ago, her reservation for two rooms was confirmed. The end of the business trip, she relaxed. And of course, according to the law of meanness, it was her apartment in the “standard” category that was immediately flooded by some idiot. Yes, so thoroughly that it leaked two floors below. There was no point in expecting that in the near future they would clear up the consequences of the trouble caused by the problematic guest. “Come up to your room,” Annel handed the key to the boss. — I'll try to call other hotels. “We’ll spend the night in the same room,” he headed towards the elevator, taking her suitcase for company. She was left blinking her eyes in confusion with her outstretched hand, in which she still held

Kneeling down, Annel jerked her travel suitcase out from under the bed. When she returned home this evening, she already intended to pack her things for her business trip. She even prepared some of her clothes and put them in neat piles on the dresser. But, as often happens, unforeseen circumstances interfered with the plans. Professional costs, ignorance of which did not relieve one from responsibility for their implementation.“Your bedroom is so small,” the boss commented, shamelessly entering the room. That's someone who definitely didn't need an invitation. He stopped in front of the desk, and also the dressing table, and concentrated his gaze on her family photograph. “Now it’s clear why you’re so cute.” Your father looks familiar... isn't he a composer by any chance?— Yes, he is the author of many soundtracks, but not so popular that someone would recognize him if they met him on the street or saw him in a photograph.— I know many film composers due to my musical interests.H

With the arrival of winter, the nights became longer. Dawn came late, and sunset crept up unnoticed. For the last week, Annelle left the house at seven in the morning and got to work in the dark. I returned to them late in the evening in a company car.“Mrs. Lagvuri, good morning,” the driver opened the door for her and politely greeted her. The third driver she's hired this week. As it turns out, the boss is not so easy to please.- Good, Lorenzo.Previous highly qualified employees were able to stay on Kurt Naper’s personal staff for no more than a couple of days, simply unable to withstand the harsh tests that their new boss generously bestowed upon them, and did not forgive the slightest flaws. The completely green guy, who had just graduated from the Higher School of Personal Drivers, had been holding his position for four days already. Annelle hired him out of sheer nuts, after the director fired the last driver for not thinking to meet him at the car with an umbrella in the rai

She quietly tapped her thin finger to the beat of the music on the strap of the bag folded on her lap. And with a detached gaze she glanced at the landscape passing by outside the car window. I had to try to impose my company on her. But even when she agreed, as soon as they entered the city, she again began to ask to be dropped off at the nearest metro entrance.It was exciting, pleasing, and at the same time a little frustrating at the coolness with which Annalia reacted to him. She did not devour him with her eyes, like other women, did not respond to attempts to flirt with her. And the more indifferent she behaved, the more she scattered his interest.“Turn right here, please,” she said laconically, as usual, emphatically polite and strictly to the point.“What a dense area,” Kurt said, his gaze sweeping over the empty sidewalks near the old, repeatedly restored houses. — Isn’t it scary to live here?- Against. I find this place very cozy and, thanks to its decent neighbors, safe.

The first person to learn about Annelle’s new position was, naturally, Julia. It couldn’t have turned out differently - she was waiting for her right in front of the door of the executive director’s office. And she pounced with her questions, both business and personal, literally after a couple of meters walked in impatient silence.The entire time that Annelle was packing her things, her friend was chattering incessantly. Basically, I admired and sincerely rejoiced at her luck. He fell silent for a while only when the gloomy Mr. Bernhard appeared in the hallway. As if as a joke, he tried to ask why he had displeased Mrs. Lagvuri. In the same tone, he mentioned that no secretary had ever run away from him so quickly. And he clearly wished him success in his new place, and then turned around and finally noticed the presence of a red-haired minx on the sofa. Because it was impossible to call her anything else, given the position in which she was sitting.-What kind of wonderful creature

The drinking binge that took place at night could not but affect Annelle’s morning meetings for work. My head was pounding from the hangover and lack of sleep, so much so that even two aspirin tablets were of no help. The only consolation was the almost professional makeup applied by a friend who spent the night on the sofa. Although she herself painted quite brightly, preferring dark shades of shadows shaded almost to the eyebrows, and long arrows peeking out from behind extended eyelashes, she also had a keen eye for the most delicate nude images.Annelle went to work alone. Julia showed up to her in only a short shirt and a translucent peignoir, over which she threw a leather cloak. And since in the morning there was not a single decent thing for her in someone else’s wardrobe - by “decent” one should mean “provocatively sexy” - she decided to stop by home before work to change clothes.Annelle arrived at the executive director's office five minutes before the appointed time. She r