Behind The Mask's

My woman

At first, Kaylee thought the boss was just talking nonsense. In fact, the boss—Noah Garfield was right about his words. They are currently in a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster. A car that has a fantastic price. Kaylee could guess even if she just saw and felt it. He even became afraid of himself lingering in this car.

Moreover, Noah did not say after saying he did not like if his words repeatedly. Very amusing. Even that until the yard of his aunt's simple house. Suddenly he grimaced observing Noah who glanced at the simple building he occupied. It must be because it is not in accordance with the luxurious life he has had so far.

Kaylee was nervous to death. Trying to neutralize himself then turned towards Noah with a big smile. “Thank you for taking me home, Mr.” I hope Noah responds immediately.

Fortunately, Noah looked over. Looking at her beautiful eyes. “It's not free.”

Kaylee's mouth and two eyes fiddled. Not free? So what did he have to pay for the rich man who drove him home? If the end will be like that, Kaylee better take the bus.

As forcefully as possible, Kaylee returned to her calm expression. Even though he was upset and cursed in his heart. Moreover Noah only looked at him with a cold expression.

“But I don't know what to pay for it with, Sir? Try Sir say.” Kaylee cursed Noah. Regretting his desire to receive that ride.

Noah was still at home with his slab face. It scared Kaylee. It felt very cold, but he sometimes felt a sudden heat.

“That breakfast. From now on, you prepare my breakfast and lunch. What I eat, Sebastian will explain to you,” said Noah. The man then returned to his position, facing forward. Prepare to drive his favorite car.

Kaylee was confused to death. What kind of task is that? Wanting to ask, he remembered about Noah who did not like if his words were spoken repeatedly. That's damn!

As a result, back again. Kaylee accepted with a roaring heart. However, he can act as if he sincerely accepts it. “Good, Sir. I'll consult Mr. Sebastian. Before thank you and I beg your permission then.”

“Go.”

It was so upset to hear such a short conversation. Noah Garfield's life was monotonous. Irit and cold when arrogant attitude is also ingrained arrogance.

That plus when Kaylee was out, Noah just drove his car from around his aunt's house. “Huft, very troublesome once!”

Kaylee then led her legs into the house. But must be restrained when the phone suddenly vibrates. There was a call from an unknown number. Despite being a little afraid of picking up a number that doesn't know its owner, Kaylee still has to. What if it's work-related?

“Halo, this is Kaylee Mercier. Who am I talking to?” Returning, step inside the house.

Today, my aunt did not return. There was overtime in the office and also her aunt had to keep an eye on the juniors. After all, Kaylee also brought a spare key.

“This Sebastian. Secretary and personal Assistant Mr Noah Garfield.” The figure there introduces itself. Kaylee beroh ria's. It's just that, as soon as Secretary Noah contacted him. Didn't you let him finish cleaning up first?

“Ya, Sir. Does this have anything to do with Mr Garfield's breakfast and lunch?” Kaylee was hoping not. It's better if Noah doesn't tell him to take care of the man's eating session. Just add to his work.

“True, Kaylee. You'll take care of the food. I'll send via chat what Mr. Garfield usually consumes and he can't consume.” Sebastian says without further ado.

Kaylee stopped her steps upon arrival at the kitchen. “Will but—“ The call is instantly off. Sebastian turned it off on the side that an incoming message followed.

“Can the Master and his secretary not relax just yet? They are so annoying!” kaylee. He opened the message after he gave the name.

[Mr Sebastian]: Mr. Garfield doesn't really choose food, most importantly not rice. It's just that, Yorkshire pudding became a food that often became his breakfast long ago. If bored, Mr. Garfield is just a Croissant breakfast or a sandwich with unsweetened green tea.

[Mr Sebastian]: You can make some Yorkshire pudding if you want to change the breakfast menu. For lunch, Mr. Garfield prefers soupe a l’oignon or Bubble and squeak. During my work, Mr. Garfield had breakfast with it.

Kaylee read it carefully. Not difficult either. Given, the food that Noah consumed had been made. It seems, it won't make it difficult. However, Kaylee hopes Noah goes outside more often for business meetings. So that he can be free of it.

By force, Kaylee struggled again on her phone. Pressing some keys on the screen. “Is there anything else, sir? When do I start?” Kaylee sent him to Sebastian. It didn't take long, Sebastian sent a reply.

[Mr Sebastian]: I almost forgot. Mr. Garfield is allergic to shrimp. And you'll start tomorrow.

[Mr Sebastian]: Good luck! Thank you for reducing my work.

Kaylee could only sigh while sneering. “Accept because you reduced my work! Just be right!” Kaylee turned off her phone.

His mood is so bad. If examined again, somehow he was like Noah's personal assistant. While he was a finance division staff who was given the task to become chairman.

Kaylee held her head. “Yes God, I don't know what will happen later! I just want to live properly. Revenge and take back my rights!”

It's just, Kaylee found it hard.

In the morning, Kaylee will dwell in the kitchen of the office. Making breakfast for the boss after getting a message from Sebastian. Easy red colored blouse combined with creamy toad pants— should be closed briefly by apron. Kaylee was also convinced, she would definitely stink after this.

“Ck! It's still morning, and my mood is instantly bad!” objurgation. A little bit more, breakfast will be over.

It's just that, when he was doing his job, a girl with clothes was quite open. The chest hemisphere is exposed just like that. The almost exposed skirt with such thick makeup nudged Kaylee on purpose.

“Ops! I was not accidentally,” he said. Kaylee can see the identity card hanging. Lovely—Secretary Director Personnel. It has a body like a Spanish guitar. So sexy.

However, Kaylee tried to be indifferent. Return to its remaining task of brewing green tea.

“You're a cocky new kid once!” Lovely yelled towards Kaylee who did not care at all. Even when Kaylee just left, carrying the tray after removing the apron.

Not arrogant. Kaylee just felt reluctant to deal with anyone this morning. Enough with Mr. Garfield.

It's just, it makes Lovely feel irritated. Not accept. His hands clenched firmly which coincided with the presence of a man named Peter— colleague from Kaylee. The man observed Lovely who was focused on Kaylee. Then heave a breath. Lovely looked over.

“Why you?”

“What a pity Miss Kaylee. He had to take on the task of preparing breakfast and lunch Mr. Garfield.” Instantly made Lovely display her sharp gaze.

“What do you mean? You're bragging?”

Peter shook his head with an awkward smile. Forgetting that in front of her was a beautiful and sexy senior. “We're teammates. These few days, Miss Kaylee did, and that was an order from Mr. Garfield. Everyone knows it.” Then Peter again busy with his activities that want to make coffee. As a result of analyzing transactions that come out and enter makes it sleepy. Pun Lovely growled once. Both of his hands were getting clenched.

“That damn woman! How dare she aim for the position as Miss Garfield!”

While Kaylee who was getting used to the strange gazes of the existing staff. Remembering him who went in and out of the great lord's room. After all, Kaylee did it out of interest. Didn't mean anything.

Right after arriving at Noah's door. Kaylee pushed the bell.

“Log in!” Kaylee slowly opened the door. Be careful that the breakfast below does not fall.

Kaylee was able to see through Noah and Sebastian in the room. As usual, Kaylee would put it on the table.

“Consult with marketing section. After that, schedule a meeting!” The voice sounded so clearly giving the order to Sebastian who nodded. “You can go to your room, Sebastian.”

Return to rule. Kaylee was ignored. Noah was like that. It was just that, it would be impolite for him to leave immediately after preparing his lunch. Maybe the boss needs something else.

“You've had breakfast?” That question jolted Kaylee from her daydream. Looking back for a moment, there was only him and Noah. That made Noah sigh. “Are you deaf?”

How sarcastic. Quickly, Kaylee nodded. “Already, Mr.” Then back to silence. Noah didn't even tell him to leave immediately. The man just paused for a moment his work then headed towards the direction where the food was.

“Sit and accompany me to eat.”

Wanting to reassure her hearing, Kaylee was afraid of making Noah's mood crumble. He resignedly sat himself—right beside Noah, he made a little distance.

Noah looked back and then went back to his lunch. Noah couldn't fool Kaylee into cooking. He does not believe it, considering Kaylee is a career woman even though she was married. Very rarely do women touch the kitchen. In the Garfield family almost all use the services of a housekeeper. All instant all-round.

Noah's focus on food, making Kaylee's observation there as well. Kaylee couldn't lie to her. He saw his friend in Noah. Only, is that possible? Even if it was possible, why didn't Noah recognize him from his name? Are they really strangers? That's what Kaylee had in mind. Until he gasped when a middle-aged man suddenly entered Noah's room.

Kaylee spontaneously got up and bowed respectfully even though she did not know the man. Then Noah seemed to not care. Noah filled his stomach.

The man with gray hair who came was also shocked, looking at Kaylee in detail. His eyes panned from top to bottom—so continuously. Without taking out a word that made Kaylee feel uncomfortable.

Noah understood that. As he reached for his drink, he turned to look at the old man.

“Stop staring at my woman like that, Grandpa!” With a cold gaze pointed towards the man who was none other than Arthur Garfield.

Arthur frowned. “Your budget?”

Kaylee was surprised not to play. Both of his eyes seemed to want to roll out. Inwardly he kept asking: since when did she become the woman of a Noah Garfield? Or did he hear wrong?