So, a conference. “A whole week,” Marina replied, leaning against the doorframe. “And definitely in Sochi, when everyone is on vacation.”
“Well, yeah,” Andrey murmured, putting his beach shorts beneath a stack of shirts. “The corporation bears all expenses. “It would be strange to refuse.”
– Is your colleague, Vika, also coming? Marina’s voice contained no query, merely a tired statement of fact.
Andrey hesitated for a moment before continuing to get ready as if nothing had occurred.
– Yes. She is accountable for the presentation. Work is work.
“Of course,” Marina replied, crossing her arms across her chest. “Just like at last year’s corporate party, when you ‘worked’ until four in the morning?”
– Are you starting again? Andrey slammed the suitcase. – I explained everything then. We had an essential project.
— The one who ordered that all of her messages be removed from her phone?
Andrey moved the bag off the bed and finally looked his wife in the eyes.
– I will not address it. The plane departs in three hours.
“Say hello to your ‘colleague,’” Marina said, stepping away from the door to allow him to pass. “Have a good rest.”
Andrey muttered something and dashed towards the exit.