CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Coffee for the CEO

In front of the door of the CEO's room, a girl stood holding a tray with a cup of coffee in hand. The girl took a deep breath. Recur. In order to reduce the fear also anxiety that spread throughout the body.

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Isabel closed her eyes again. Forward back when about to knock on the door or just turn around and leave without giving a cup of coffee ordered by the master.

However, what about the fate of the cup of coffee he brought.

Ah drat.

Isabel is self-devouring. Why Erich ordered coffee in such an ill-fitting situation. When there is no office boy in the kitchen area that can be asked for help to make coffee according to the taste of the master. Until inevitably he was the one who had to concoct the thick black drink, although not sure if Erinc would be willing to drink it.

One hand of the girl began to rise into the air. Doubtful, but there is no other choice before the hot coffee becomes cold.

The four fingers hit the white painted door to make a sound.

"Lake in." Sounds authentic from within.

The girl took a deep breath. Dehemated. Before his hand moved to press the doorknob.

Isabel was bowed when the door opened. A pair of his feet stepped towards the master's desk. For whatever sake, Isabel was really made to tremble now.

"I brought the coffee that you ordered."

"Hem."

A cup of coffee landed perfectly flawlessly onto the table. Isabel could breathe a sigh of relief because this time she performed the task better than the day before. Although she was not a weak girl, but when faced with Eric, made her courage disappear instantly.

Waited a moment. There was no order to make Isabel just stand where she was.

"Go away" said the master.

"Ba-good."

The girl with her hair neatly tied up quickly turned around. It disappeared before the master changed his mind.

Two steps and three steps.

"Wait."

Isabel stiffens. Her eyes closed. He must have made a mistake until Erich stopped.

"I-he, sir," replied Isabel after turning around. Facing towards the master.

"Who makes coffee? OB or..?"

"Sa-me, sir." Cowering within. Isabel Yankin if soon the cup containing coffee liquid will float to her face.

"Why did you make it?"

"Color had absolutely no OB in the kitchen until I took the initiative to make my own coffee for you."

"And you're confident and sure that I'm gonna love your coffee?"

Isabel regrets.

"Pardon, sir. I'm too presumptuous."

"Hem, go."

The girl nodded. Stepped toward the door and disappeared as quickly as possible from before the master.

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Isabel carried her body towards the servant's special resting room. In a chair located in the corner of the room, the sweet girl condemned her mistake that had been presumptuous to make coffee for someone with the highest position in the company where she worked.

"Stupid, I should've waited for OB to come so he wouldn't get into this kind of trouble."

Although regretted, but Isabel also got the pleasure of being able to touch the coffee machine again after a few months.

To be honest Isabel also not just any concocting coffee for the master. The dimpled girl apparently had special skills in the field of coffee concocting. Whether using a sophisticated coffee machine or manual.

Until the girl believes that the cup of coffee that she made earlier for Erich, has a delicious taste. Especially for those who are coffee lovers. Only, Isabel does not know for sure, what kind of coffee is often enjoyed by the master.

Ah already. For the sake of a wish, no matter how heavy the obstacles, Isabel would not give up. His desire remained strong for the sake of the sheet of cuan, which would lead him also the father to freedom.

Meanwhile in another room.

Why be this wise.

Erich took another sip of coffee in the cup slowly. It was as if so enjoying every gulp of black liquid flowing gently down his throat.

Why can it fit like this.

Retno made coffee for him for years, but Erich believes that it does not taste as good as the coffee he is drinking today, and it is made by Isabel who incidentally just worked in his company some days.

It's insanity.

Erich is classified as a picky man with all kinds of food intake and drinks that enter his body. Nor does anyone understand his taste, unless people have served him for a long time. Like Retno and Zara, his mother. But now, why isabel blend coffee feels so right in the taste senses?.

Erich doesn't take a headache. He sipped the coffee again, until the last drop.