CEO Twins And Girls Choice

The Forgotten Taste

The clashing footsteps of the marble floor shifted the eyes of dozens of pairs of eyes that were standing in the lobby of a skyscraper in the center of the city. They bow their heads in honor.

A man with a full suit stellan stepped majestically down the ground floor of the building to the elevator that would take him to the top floor with a middle-aged man who had been his right hand.

While in the elevator, the two were not involved in any conversation. Erich was swept away in his own mind, as was the Great.

Agung himself realized that his master did tend not to talk much. Just as necessary is everything related to work. If it's family and personal, huh don't ask. The master will certainly close the meeting, and say if Family and male life are things of pride and not for public consumption.

Bedecak. One side He was tired of being the right hand of an Erich who he thought could not be tempted at all. Very serious and rarely laugh. So monotonous that the man with the head of the plontos was carried away by the nature of the master. Now the man who used to be humorous and so chatty was now turned stiff and rarely revealed a three-finger smile.

But on the other hand, Agung was proud to have been the right hand of a man who had a brilliant achievement at a young age. Erich is quite respected. His calm and assertive carrier made the young man often referred to as the father's drop, Arkana Surya Atmadja.

Elevator door opens. The two men have traced the highest floor of the building. Some of the secretarial staff who sat in rows spontaneously rose and bowed their heads.

While walking towards her study, Erich unintentionally shifted her gaze toward the rows of chairs in the hallway of the building right where Isabel fell asleep last night.

The corner of the lips of the handsome man was interested. I don't know why it feels like something is tingling in the corner of the heart remembering the events of last night.

"Starla, tell the girl to bring a cup of coffee into my study" Erich said as he passed by Starla.

"Good sir." Starla spontaneously replied despite the confusion.

Huh, girl, make coffee? Wh who? Me meaning? I am still a girl too. Eh but I'm not good at making coffee, maybe Mr. Erik will pour my coffee into my own face if it tastes bad. Uh apo ma'am Retno? Eh stupid, Miss Retnokan is no girl, besides she is sick and replaced by Isaa.. Oh yeah, must be the girl Mr. Erich meant Isabel.

With the style of a thousand shadows Starla headed for the kitchen pantry in lightning-fast time. If some people call Time money, then another with Starla. Time is a savior. The smarter he uses the time, the safer his life is from the raging master who can blur the fangs at any time if only a little he makes mistakes.

Starla started to look at me. Of the several women in the uniform ofice girl, the girl searched for where Isabel was.

"Gosh, where is he?" starla murmured as she entered the kitchen and stared one by one OG more thoroughly.

"Where is Isabel?" Starla asks one of them when she does not find Isabel's whereabouts.

"That's it, miss." One of the OGs pointed towards the kitchen at the very end. Starla nodded, while catching the body figure sitting down but her face was face down on the table.

"Thank you."

Starla just bobbed her head. Fix, Isabel's asleep. His face was intentionally slumped due to oversleptness.

"Isabel," called Starla while one hand moved to shake the peaceful sleeping girl's shoulder.

Isabel surprised. A pair of eyes that had been closed, were now wide open.

"Gosh, are you sleeping?"

Isabel skulking.

Huh, how is this.

"Sorry."

Starla crisscrossed while clucking. Inexhaustibly.

"You can get fired right away if you get caught. Sleep while working. Mr. Erich hates that so much." Starla warned.

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize, Lebaran is still a long time."

Isabel lowered.

"Mr Erich asked you to make coffee. Coffee as usual and bring the confinement. Soon, the point of ga use comma. Immediately. Okay?"

"okay."

"Well, sip. I'm leaving." Starla moved on. So did Isabel who ran towards the coffee machine. His eyes still felt heavy, yet he was forced to open wide.

I even fell asleep because of him. Hixes

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"The coffee, sir."

"Hem."

Isabel was about to move, until a voice restrained her.

"Where?"

"Get out, sir." Isabel drowned, staring and pointing at the door of the room.

Erich held back a laugh.

Ah, his eyes look red and tired. Maybe he didn't fall asleep last night?

"Why do you go out while your main job is to just clean my room and serve me. Understood?"

"Family, sir."

"Now take my food in front."

"Good, sir." Isabel sighed. The sleepiness disappeared instantly.

If you remember the incident last night, it really feels like he wants to scream and curse right in the face of the boss.

Isabel woke up in the middle of the night, and it was a security guard who woke her up. The girl was confused, especially hearing the guards' words if all the employees had gone home and only left her.

Isabel rushed at once cursed herself. By requesting permission from the security guard, Isabel was allowed to clean Erich's office despite midnight.

So as to make sure the entire room is clean and neat as usual, apparently the time has shown at 01; 30 in the morning. Isabel sighed. Although early on, there was difficulty, but fortunately Isabel has a sharp memory to be able to memorize the layout of important items and files in Erich's workspace which is certainly quite easy to work without worrying about the anger of the master who can explode when if only he were careless.

Going home and going to work the next day made Isabel's sleep time really less. Until the dark circles under the eyes were faintly visible. Oh jesus. Isabel had to blame Erich for not waking her up. What will it be for, like Erich does not have a job until he wants to wake his lowly staff who are deliberately sleeping.

A person wearing a typical chef was already standing waiting as Isabel opened the door of the room. As usual, a special chef comes to Erich's work room to deliver lunch for the CEO.

"Excuse me." Said the chef.

Isabel smiled faintly and opened the door of the room, giving the chef a way to bring in food brought with a wheeled table.

Erich workspace is designed as comfortable as possible for its residents. The facilities are complete with a fairly large size. Not only does the room contain paper and maps also stationery, but also has a special bathroom and toilet, also a sofa that often makes Erich like being in his own home.

The chef deftly arranged the dishes on the table. Isabel gulped as her gaze fell on the meat steak that was apparently the lunch menu for the master. The aroma of a typical steak completely blew out, filling the room. Isabel quickly bowed her gaze before the two men caught her.

"Go." Erich asked the chef to come out.

"Good, sir."

After the chef died, Erich began to eat the dishes served. Silent, only the clink of the fork and knife clashed with the plate breaking the silence. From the tail of her eyes, Isabel observed Erich's movements filling her stomach without making a single sound.

Erich looks so charismatic. The bearer is calm though sometimes fierce. The procedure of holding and bribing food to the mouth is so elegant. Describes if he really is a classy and classy man.

Isabel looked down again. It feels like getting out of the room, but Erich's remark a moment ago, confirms his position working in this company.

"Hey," call Erich to Isabel.

"I am sir." Isabel pointed at herself.

"Yes, who else?"

Isabel is approaching. Erich was seen wiping the corners of his lips with a tissue. It is certain that the man had finished eating and..

Isabel dumbfounded. His gaze was fixed on the plate which left only the rest of the sauce. Remarkably, Erich actually spent his lunch without any leftovers.

"Clean."

"Good sir." Isabel picked up the former master's meal. Slowly, so that it does not cause any errors.

"And take that for you." Without pointing, Erich simply directed his gaze towards the one portion of the steak that had not been touched.

"Huh?"

"Didn't you also need to eat to avoid fainting. Be eating. Miss Retno always eats the same food as me at work." The man now got up to the bathroom.

Isabel fell silent. Trying to digest the words of the master. Until Erich came out of the bathroom, Isabel was still standing glued to her place.

"Isn't there one more serving? That's lunch for you. The chef does serve two portions of room food every day because one portion of it is given to workers who have worked for me. And from that, eat. No need to go to the kitchen. Eat at that place. I don't mind." After saying Erich back his work shirt. Wrestling with the files that accompany his days.

Isabel's heart warmed. He had hesitated, but Erich's words had not confirmed everything.

Slowly he began to sit on a different sofa than the one Erich was sitting on. He looked at the contents of the plate that made his saliva as if it was dripping without being held back.

Wagyu meat steak with a flush of sauce as well as sliced potatoes and asparagus that were first baked, making Isabel unable to resist the haru that suddenly burst.

The last time Isabel could eat a dish this expensive when her late mother was still alive, and it had been years.

There's something in the corner of the eye. When Isabel began to cut the juicy meat then put it into the mouth.

Oh jesus. Isabel even almost forgot the delicious sensation of the taste of steak that used to be her favorite food.

His life has really changed. Not changed, but deliberately changed more precisely.