CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Erich Curious

Days passed as usual, nothing different for Erich. Wrestling with a pile of paper and a meting agenda that always accompanies his days. Even when the weekend came, the handsome man remained silent at home. Exercise and re-engage with important files in the workspace of his residence.

Then is he bored? Sure do. But with all the busyness that he lived, at least able to divert a little of his mind on the romance that for a while he did not want.

Erich examined the circular watch on the wrist.

"At 09;30 p.m.," murmured Erich.

Some important files he had to sign were still left on the table.

"Ck, I need a cup of coffee."

Erich pressed the intercom connection.

"Tell the girl to bring a cup of coffee into my room." Connection interrupted. Without mentioning the name, Starla must have memorized out of her head who the master meant.

Erich recalled the event the other day when Isabel fell asleep in the dark hallway. The girl must have been waiting for him to leave the room until he fell asleep.

"Will he do the same thing every day, waiting for me, sitting alone in that chair?"

The handsome man sighed. Does he look cruel? Even Retno never did that. He will definitely ask Retno to wait in the room while she finishes the work. Even though Retno herself did not stay still, she would clean the toilet or other space that was not being used by her.

A knock on the door sounded. No mistake, it must be Isabel.

"Come in."

Erich spontaneously turned his eyes when the door opened. Reluctant to be caught off guard if waiting for the arrival of the round-eyed girl.

"The hat's sir." The aroma of coffee with a puff of smoke that swirled beautifully above it, as if yawning filled the room. Erich was even close to drooling, impatient to quickly sip the black drink with the caffeine content.

"Hem."

"Excuse me." Isabel bowed her head, paying her respects before moving out of Erich's room.

"Wait!"

Isabel who had pulled the doorknob, spontaneously turned the body.

"Yes, sir. Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Isabel is approaching. Opening his ear hole wide to hear the master's orders.

"You can tidy up my books." Erich pointed to the right side of the room. Some shelves lined up neatly, but there were some books that came out of the arrangement and seemed to be read by Erich some time ago.

Isabel was quite confused. There is no way it will work if the owner of the room is still in it.

"do it. At least you won't be home late at night if you're waiting for me to come home."

The girl nodded, walked slowly closer to the shelf and began to compile the books according to the order.

For anything, this is not what he wants. It's not polite his name. Isabel cleaned Erich's room after the man came home. Working at night at least a little lighten his work tomorrow morning. Although he woke up early in the morning, but work piled up in the house that was always bestowed on him, often making Isabel afraid if it was too late to get to work.

Erich seems to be unsettled. The man stole a glance at Isabel who seemed to be so careful about doing her job. There was hardly any noise or noise.

Erich chuckled in his heart. Could the girl be scared?.

She's gorgeous.

Ernest's words reverberated to fill the ear cavity.

Somehow the push from which made Erich's view now focused on the girl who was busy in front of the bookshelf, with the position of her back.

Erich did not directly pay attention to Isabel's appearance during the girl's work. But if an Ernest alone to flatter praise, does not sound extraordinary.

Isabel has a pure white body skin, while her hair is jet black over her waist. His face was also well-groomed clean, with natural red lips and dimples. His posture was fairly small, maybe about 156 cm. Even if it was just Erich's guess.

Idiotically.

Erich cursed himself. Why he was actually provoked by Ernest's talk to sassyly scan the body of the opposite sex as a whole.

"Hey you." Through a gesture Erich's hand called Isabel to come closer. "Come here" he said again.

Stunned, Isabel even almost hit the sofa so excited.

What the hell is this?

The face of Isabel pias. The girl was apparently frightened.

"Sit down."

Spontaneous Isabel landed her ass on the marble floor. Erich, who was sipping coffee, almost choked. Laugh and be angry at the same time.

"Hey I didn't tell you to sit on the floor." Erich pulled out a small round sofa and pulled it to the front of Isabel. "Sit down."

The girl nodded, but gave a considerable distance from her master.

Spontaneously came up with the idea of finding information about isabel's life. From education to the family environment. Although in the attachment of the job application a while ago it has been listed, but Erich did not intend to read it. If the person is in front, then why do you bother to open the map and read it.

"Say your last education?"

"Upper middle school, sir."

"Hem, aren't you in college?"

Isabel shook her head.

"No, sir."

"How old are you now?"

Oh my god, what is this? Is this a sign that Mr Erich is going to fire me?

"19 years old sir."

Erich was silent for a moment. Focus on finding the next question.

"You've worked somewhere before?"

"Earlier. I used to work in a friend's coffee shop."

Erich frowning. Apparently Isabel has experience in the field of coffee making. So it is common if the coffee is made really delicious.

"Then, isn't working in a coffee shop more promising than being a Cleaning Service in a company?"

Isabel nodded. Erich started making him uncomfortable. Coffee and Caramel. For whatever sake Isabel was reluctant to discuss it again.

"I'm fired."

Erich frowned a pair of thick eyebrows. Fired? Did this girl in front of him make a mistake to end up getting fired? But what kind of mistake?

"You made a mistake or you..."

"I'm sorry, I can't answer." Sounds assertive. Even Erich was silent. His curiosity seemed to disappear, as Isabel who seemed reluctant to be studied the story of her past.

"You live with?"

"Dad." Isabel answered only one word.

"Mother?"

Isabel shook her head.

"No, my mother is dead."

"Then sister."

Again, Isabel shook her head and said, "No, I don't have a sister."

Erich. What was the life that Isabel lived? Just having a father, without a mother and a sister. Erich felt guilty. Moreover, the man found the look on Isabel's cloudy face, when she was showered so many questions that seemed to disturb the corner of Isabel's deepest heart.