Abstract of the book "A Christmas Getaway"

You heard me. Bring me all the documents immediately. You’re fired.” My boss looked down at me, destroying me with his cold stare. I felt like a tiny mouse trapped by a huge black cat… no, not a cat — a dangerous wild beast. “But it wasn’t my fault…” My voice trembled as I fought back tears like a helpless child. Oleksii Volodymyrovych turned away, sat down in his chair, leaned back, and kept piercing me with his icy gaze. “I don’t have time for you or for finding out who’s guilty. Do what I said.” Silently, my legs weak with despair, I walked back to the reception area and quietly closed the office door behind me. So this was the end of my first… and last day at my new job. That dream really had been prophetic.