If I pick up equipment, it breaks. If I walk on a flat road, I will definitely stumble. If I cook dinner, I will certainly get burned, and the heels on my feet turn me into every traumatologist’s dream! Light bulbs explode, dishes break with enviable regularity, gadgets drown, flowers wither, glasses are always rewound with tape... A witch, you say? A walking disaster, I answer! I wonder if the rich, self-confident handsome guy, proclaimed the new boss, who decided to help me build a dizzying career in the name of altruism and not only that, will also break down in the process? Or is it not? The text contains: boss and subordinate, office romance, walking disaster