Substitute for Lawson

6

Damian wasn't the only one in a bad mood that day. Emily was just as shocked by the deputy's tyranny, and when she returned to her department, she tried her best not to cry. She was so sure she was doing the right thing, but it all came crashing down.

— Well, nothing. — She was alone in the waiting room and Alice did not return to work, having previously informed her assistant by phone. The girl cried a little, didn't touch the contract anymore, but pulled herself together and decided not to despair until the end. — We'll see who's who!" I'll show you more, Damian Lawsen!

***

It's been a month since her resume was approved and put on probation. The girl behaved more confidently every day, tried to do her job correctly, but still, as soon as she caught the eye of a strange deputy, she became the object of his bullying.

There was too much work to do today, so Emily ordered coffee and sandwiches for delivery and headed for the elevator, because they didn't want to let the delivery guy in any further down the hall. The elevator was packed as usual, and she perched on the edge of it, looking down at her cell phone when she saw the message from her mother. And she hadn't had it in a long time. What should I do? So much work that she had to stay late until dark, and when she arrived at the apartment, the girl collapsed, although before there was not a day when Emily did not communicate on the phone or Skype with her mother.

- [How are you little daughter? You haven't called in a while. Is your new job okay?]

The girl looks at the screen of her smartphone and almost cries, her eyes start to sting, but realizing that in front of a crowd of people she can't cry, she sticks out her eyes with her palms and quickly types a message.

"By the way —" I hear a whisper behind me, but it sounds more like a snake's hiss. And how else. — I did sleep with him after all."

For some reason, Emily becomes interested, and crouching down, she listens. The voices were familiar, and she recognized the girls who had started working with her in the department at the same time. A faint smirk appears on the girl's lips.

"Oh, come on?" And how? Is he a god? She recognizes the red-haired girl by her voice.

"Oh, yes," the blonde hisses happily. "Ah, I'd say it again... but this man ... he's..." he clicks his tongue in displeasure. Apparently, what Sarah said was true. Once after a night with a girl, he didn't offer her anything in return.

"But how?" He may be flirting with us, but I haven't noticed that he starts pestering or hinting? - The red-haired girl was inspired.

- "Found a place to discuss! And why do they discuss this when I run into them?! " - Emily snorted to herself, but still she was bursting.

"We met him at a nightclub and asked for his company," the girl cooed. — I overheard him making a reservation for the VIP area at the club, so I persuaded my sister to come with me. the blonde bites her lip dreamily. "Gee," she giggled. — I had s*x with him, and by the way, his friend joined us later!

"Really?" Her friend hissed enthusiastically.

"Ugh! A threesome?! And he's also a p*****t. And what is she happy about? " - the secretary was horrified with disgust and, looking at the electronic dial, breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she would no longer listen to this nonsense.

***

This time it was a boring weekend. Fun and drinking in clubs bored me so much that I wanted to take a break from this business. Damian didn't know what to do with himself on this sunny Saturday, because the films were reviewed, he was already studying in the gym, and in principle there was nothing else to do. In his idleness, he was suddenly lost in thoughts that he had seemingly forgotten about. Maybe it's really time to get a permanent girlfriend. Or how to start it? Is she a dog? Or offer it, and then to whom? After all, none of them fit. He doesn't even want to hug anyone back, ask them how they feel, or kiss them, no matter where. He's increasingly envious of Lucas, who has gone from being a boring boss to being a mother hen next to his wife, which sometimes makes Damian laugh, and now he wouldn't mind being someone else's mother hen. Well, yes. We've reached it.

"Brother?" He decides to call Lucas, because it's the only thing he can do to keep himself occupied. "Not busy?"

"Uh-oh," comes a mumble from the other side of the line. — I have important business to attend to!" He grins importantly at the end.

— What's the deal?" Damin sighs a little sadly. Isn't Saturday already going to be spent alone?

— We are trying to make a sand castle here, it seems it's time to call the architect... - In the background you can hear the squeak of a child, and now the man understands that the young father's business is really very important.

"Should I call Chad?" The deputy grins back, and there are chuckles on the other side.

- Well, yes, it seems a little more and it will have to be called.

"Or can I help you too?" - He decides to ask for their company, and he does not refuse.

"Come, or I don't think I can do it alone." Dad lets out a long sigh, and Damian catches the little kid's garbled words again. "We're at home in the backyard, by the way. I'm telling you this so you don't come looking for us! Lucas adds, knowing that his friend is about to decline the call.

— I get it.

Damian drives smoothly through the automatic gates that security has opened for him, and he doesn't even have to stop and announce his arrival. Lucas must have warned me what a good boy he was. After parking the Aston Martin in front of his friend's car, Damian went straight to the backyard, where now, in addition to the glass-enclosed gazebo, a rather large playground complex was built, which probably only had no roller coasters. In the middle of it all was a huge sandbox in which a father and little daughter were currently tinkering. The desperate father sat in the sand in the lotus position, listening he was playing with a two-year-old baby and filling children's molds with sand. Little Mia was squatting in front of her father, squeaking from time to time and poking her fingers at the molds, in general, the general director of the construction corporation could not cope with his duties — the client was dissatisfied.

"Hey, gentlemen builders! Damian was amused by the whole scene, and he picked up his pace and laughed loudly.

"Uncle Damian! "The baby was the first to arrive. The castle abruptly faded into the background, so without hesitation, she rushed to meet him, spreading her arms out to the sides, as in principle Demian did.

The man stopped midway and crouched down, waiting for the little girl to fall into his arms, or for him to fall into hers.

"Little girl," he crooned, hugging back the little girl who'd been hanging around his neck since she'd flown away. - Priveeet! How's my daughter doing? He gave her a hearty peck on the cheek and got up, settling her more comfortably in his arms.

— Good! "That's enough," she said. The youngest of the family, Kim, smiled brightly, showing how much she really looked like her father. This smile can be said to have been passed down from generation to generation.

Now Damian turned his attention to his friend, who was puffing sand out of his sweatpants and looking a little jealous at the whole scene.

"Hello, friend," the younger boy said, shaking his father's hand.

"Hi," he said, relieved. Maybe finally the construction of the castle for the princess will go to your favorite uncle. "Hey, what's 'my daughter'?" Kim chuckles and is about to take her daughter out of Mr. Lawsen's arms, but Mr. Lawsen doesn't let him.

— Why not?" Are you jealous? Dam sticks her tongue out at him, and Mia laughs mischievously and makes a face at her father.

— Here, get your own,-still takes the child from the deputy's hands and holding the girl to him, gently kisses her on the nose, checking if she is cold.

"Ow, bro," Damian groans, and like a teenager, he rolls his eyes and places his hands on his chest. He hears this not only from his friend, but also from his parents. But after all, first you need to find a girl, and then also think about whether he wants a child from this girl, and so far he has not met such people.

- I want to go on a swing! Meanwhile, the little commander declares, poking her finger in the side.

Both friends obey the whim of the princess, and having seated the child on a swing, they began to swing from both sides.

— What?" Lucas decides to prolong the conversation. After all, if not him, then who would reason with him, or finally get the idea of marriage into Damian's crazy head? — And don't tell me you're not ready, that you haven't had enough exercise, that you're going to be a bad father. You're making love to Mia as if you were your own, and I'm almost jealous.

"That's not the point. Maybe I want a child, and maybe the age is already appropriate... - The man sighs and looks down, directs it somewhere in the distance.

— Well?"

— So what?" He gets a little annoyed. — Where can I find a girl?"

— Where?" Lucas asks, blinking his eyes in confusion. — Do you have a problem with that?" You seem to be surrounded by women even at work, and yet you say where? Seriously? And who is always talking about their own... - abruptly stops and casts a fleeting glance at the child mumbling something under his breath, clears his throat. "Exploits with girls..." he adds, and licks his lips a little.

— Yes, I don't even remember their names, what kind of children can we talk about with them? He clicks.

— What's stopping you from finding one so that when you look at it, you first think about having children together? What do you need then?

— I don't know." He groans wearily as he squats down and turns his attention to Mia. The girl stretches out her hands to him and grabs the man by the cheeks, starts pulling them in different directions and laughing. Damian pulls a small package of baby biscuits out of his side pocket and hands them to the little girl. "Here's a treat!"

- Thank you! — She exclaims admiringly and blows a kiss with her pen, distracting herself with a cookie.

"Hey, Mia," he smiles softly and doesn't look away from her. — Will you marry your uncle when you grow up?" I don't think I can find a better candidate for this position…

"What is it?" Lucas says, but they don't seem to hear him.

"Married?" - The girl makes faces and tries her best to open the colored packaging. — How's that?"

"Like mom and dad," he immediately finds an example, and the girl thinks about it, raising her eyes to the top and putting her index finger to her chin.

"How are Mom and Dad?" — What's that? " she mumbles, trying to match one thing with the other, then gives it away abruptly. - no.

— What's Going On?" Why not? Miyayaya, you're breaking my heart! And he sticks out his lower lip like a child.

— I have a husband!" She declares, making Lucas gasp with indignation and shock.

"Husband?" He also crouches down, drawing his daughter's attention.

— My husband is Suho! — She informs her father, who doesn't know what to say, blinks his eyes in confusion.

"Dry?" Damian asks, and his eyes lock with Lucas'.

"Jung Ilseok! - The girl repeats fervently and as if embarrassed, giggles and puts her hands to her lips.

"Amazing," the young dad shakes his head, remembering his encounter with his high school friend Jung Ilhoon. — When are they here…

- It's amazing that I was rejected because of some four-year-old child! Mia think well!

— What?" What kind of think?! Lucas shouts. — You're her godfather, not her fiance!"

— You said yourself that she wasn't my daughter!" So what's stopping me from marrying her, well, later?

— Never! I won't let my daughter marry an old p*****t old enough to be her father!

— Why is this happening?" Do you feel old? Here I am, no. Damian retorts, and his friend just clicks his tongue.

— Have you ever considered how old you'll be when she grows up and wants to get married?"! That's when you'll be an old 50-year-old p*****t if you're not married by then! So no! Find yourself a girlfriend, or I'll do it myself!

While the two men were arguing, Mia fixed her gaze on something beyond them and raised her pen to the top, exclaiming:

"Mother!

They both stopped abruptly and turned around in confusion. Alice was walking toward them, apparently trying not to laugh.

— You know, you remind me now of a couple of gay men who, after marriage, decide which of them, the child will call mom and who will call dad.