Manager′s notes
I was just planning to sit it out until the end of my shift. Boredom, numbers, yet another rejection—business as usual. In my mind, I was already out of this office. And then she showed up. It became clear: this wasn’t a coincidence. It was a sign that doesn’t come twice. The woman of my dreams. Yes, I’ll say it straight: and what she has… that’s also beyond the norm. The pussy of my dreams. The idea of my dreams. Everything came together at a single point, on a single evening. The bank? To hell with the bank. If fate sends a signal like this—you don’t analyze it. You respond to it. I won’t be going back there tomorrow.