CEO Galak Vs Girl Bar-bar

Chapters 10. Working First Day Overtime

Meanwhile Kamila had gotten another report from Nando. Women whose age is no longer young but still look beautiful like brand ambassadors of anti-aging products also look very happy.

"I think we better get this job done quickly. Before your son changes his mind. She really has a boyfriend!" kamila said to her husband Indra.

"Who is that woman?" ask Indra.

"Who else, yes the apprentice secretary whose last name is Setiawan. Pa, just speed up your work. We applied directly to Setiawan's family!" kamila said to her husband.

Meanwhile, Carissa must return to struggling with the amount of work she did.

Carissa just found out that working like this is difficult. His legs are almost coming off, how not. He had to go back and forth to pick up some documents from the secretarial room, after which he had to buy drinks for the King with all these sorts and that was not appropriate. Carissa had to go back and forth to the cafe in front of the company.

Until he almost fell down when he would return after taking documents from the secretarial room.

Fortunately, Marzi came quickly and caught his body. Otherwise, Carissa would have fallen into that cold, hard company tile.

Carissa's eyes looked towards Marzi. For Carissa at the moment it looks like Marzi turned into a superhero who saved her. Marzi who is already handsome even looks more handsome for Carissa.

Their position is like the position of Kareena Kapoor and Hrithik Roshan in one of their film scenes. Where when Kareena Kapoor falls in please by Hrithik Roshan. The two pairs of eyes looked at each other and stared in admiration at each other.

"Ekhem!"

Both of them only realized when they heard a deheman from Anton who had just come out of the secretarial room.

Carissa hurriedly stood up well and removed her hand from Marzi.

"Sorry brother, sir!" said Carissa who immediately nodded her head slowly at Marzi and Anton alternately.

After that Carissa immediately left the room and went to the CEO's room.

Anton looked dumbfounded when he saw Carissa leave.

"That was. Why he calls us with a different greeting. You're called brother, why did he greet me with sir?" ask Anton confusedly.

Marzi just smiled and patted Anton on the shoulder as he passed and walked into the secret room again.

"Huh, what does that mean?" ask Anton.

"Otherwise? he called according to what he saw!" marzi said before actually entering the secretarial room.

Anton shook his waist and shook his head.

"What is it sir? I'm married also belom, cook is it like the fathers?" ask Anton confusedly.

And Carissa herself, she's been walking with slow steps when she gets into the CEO's room. The girl does love sports, but unfortunately she doesn't like marathons. If he walks straight, which is calculated by the number of footsteps that are sent there and here by the King. Maybe since then until now he has walked to Monas and come home again. It's been very far, the knee alone feels sore and bruised.

His feet also felt very heavy to lift.

"I changed my mind, I don't want to read the July document. Search for documents not only August, do not forget the revision I gave scribbles in this document. Then for tomorrow, I don't want to meet a client from out of town. Make sure the clients I meet tomorrow are all inner-city clients only. Outside the city is not good weather, they could be carrying a dangerous virus!" said the King without looking at Carissa and thrust the documents he had scribbled here and there per page.

Meanwhile Carissa was still staring resentfully at the King.

'If not to get back the facility from papa. I've already thrown all these documents into the face of this heartless man. What does he think I am? a robot? the robot also needs to be charged right, also need a break during the charger. God, my leg's broken, I'm so tired. Gini wants to live well!' carissa in her heart.

The king then looked towards Carissa who had not yet reached for the documents she had pushed towards him since earlier.

"Hey, listen no? what are you doing? daydreaming what?" ask King ketus.

"Huh, not the boss. Yes, the blue line, okay!" said Carissa who then went out and went to her desk in front of the King's room.

As soon as Carissa came out, the King looked towards the door and clucked in annoyance.

"Ck.I think he'll give up on his own. But it turns out he is mentally and physically strong as well. But it's only been one day a girl's rancid. Tomorrow you will surrender!" said the King muttered.

The king deliberately multiplied the task for Carissa with all kinds of strange tasks and seemed to make it up in fact. Because he doesn't like women on his team. The king still thinks all women are traitors. Looking for a faithful woman is like looking for a needle in a haystack. There would only be one two between thousands or even hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Carissa wanted to cry. But he tried to keep doing what the King commanded.

"The king of the jungle, who was really Hitler. Good Lord! why is almost everything in the blue line by him. He read or is actually just carelessly underlining anyway?" muttered Carissa who felt very tired but would not be able to do the work in front of him in a short time.

It's past five o'clock in the afternoon. Many ordinary employees have gone home. But those who work in the secretarial room will return after their work is done. It could be an hour after work hours, or even up to him or three hours after that.

Carissa was really tired, she repeated several revisions because her fingers were getting harder to control and typed the wrong letters since.

"You finish that, if you bring it to my room. Tomorrow morning, I come already have to be there!"

The King said in passing, it looks like he is going home. Carissa just kept typing without paying attention to what the King said. In essence, he had to work overtime on his first day. It's really amazing, isn't it.

All employees have gone home one by one. It's been very quiet.

"Agkh..: so tired!" carissa complained while massaging her arms alternately with her own hands.

"Here drink!" said someone who offered a cold cup of coffee to his brand Carissa Bintangbuck.

Carissa looked towards the owner of the hand that was thrusting the coffee.

'Brother Marzi, you are my hero!' inner Carissa is like getting watermelon juice in the middle of the Sahara desert.

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