Crazy Rich Looking for Love

Chapter 15: Personal assistant of Ditya

“Welcome to join Fro”

Ditya averted his gaze from the laptop that lit up in front of him. Looking amazed at the beautiful girl in a work suit. Not usually Frolline looks like this. The more beautiful and the more attractive it is.

“Sit Fro,” pinta Ditya. The girl in front of him was silent only a thousand languages. It's like losing a spirit, left behind only there.

“Sorry, I seem to be wrong. I'll excuse you.” Frolline turned around, looking for the exit. Right now he wants to hold his father accountable. There's a scheming of what he doesn't know between his father and Ditya. What is the purpose behind this drama.

Ditya. Immediately close the laptop screen in front of him. “Fro, you are not wrong. Didn't you sign a contract yesterday with my company. You forgot?” Ditya.

His fingers danced and knocked on his desk rhythmically, while smacking a smile as Frolline turned around, looking back at him.

“Sit, Fro,” the door is back. Frolline, according to him, pulled up a chair and sat down with his elegance.

Ditya presented a file that his secretary had prepared. Inside there is Ditya's work schedule for the next two weeks.

Frolline's beautiful eyeballs rounded after reading the contents of the file proffered to her. Instead of staring at Ditya.

“What does this mean?” asked Frolline, a little louder more precisely annoyed.

“That's my work schedule for the next two weeks. Schedule meetings at the office or outside the office. Including my itinerary,” obviously Ditya.

“I resigned,” said Frolline, re-stating the file to the owner.

“Come on Fro. Your problem where? Your objection where?” tanya Ditya tried to hold back by forcefully holding onto Frolline's hand. Deliberately stealing the opportunity the moment Frolline handed him the file.

“You tricked me. I don't like it,” said Frolline, firmly, pulling his hands rough. Not willing to be touched by Ditya.

“What? Where did I trick you, Fro?” ask Ditya wonder. Confused by the statement made by the sweet girl before him.

“Why invite papa to cheat me?” tanya Frolline, looking for Ditya.

Ditya shook her head, a sign that she did not understand at all the girl's intentions.

“Papa did not tell me, if this company is yours,” grumbled Frolline.

“Then I don't know, Fro. I didn't ask your papa to lie,” explained Ditya.

“You have signed a contract for three months. If you want to resign you should show your professionalism,” continued Ditya again.

Frolline looked at the man before her with a look of disbelief.

“Come on Fro. Just three months. That's a minute,” chirps Ditya.

The handsome man had already reopened his laptop, assuming their conversation was over until here. No further discussion. Frolline remains a personal assistant. In this way, he hopes that Frolline can learn to adapt to his life that is not easy.

In addition, Frolline will always be by his side, even when he is not working, he has the right to bring this girl with him. Fortunately, he made a contract with various jobs poured in it. So that Frolline can only obey in compulsion.

“My room where?” asked Frolline suddenly, looking at the man who threw his gaze at the window, stunned at Jakarta's bright blue sky that morning.

“Here!” sahut Ditya with ease, averted his eyes while smiling.

“You're my personal assistant, Fro. Your place is next to mine. I don't mind sharing a room with you,” continued Ditya.

In a fit of annoyance that was still on his chest, Frolline took back the file from Ditya's hand. Trying to re-learn the work schedule of the man who since today officially became his boss.

On the first sheet, he could still be calm. But when the sheet of paper moved on the next page, Fro was surprised by something strange and seemed unreasonable.

“This what does it mean?” asked Frolline innocently. Proffering the paper and pointing at the point referred to by its index finger.

Again the smile on the lips of Ditya unfolded, like a ship sail that is ready to sail across the vast ocean. With boundless patience, he explained to the sweet and cute girl in front of him.

“We're going to Germany,” let's be short. Intentionally staring carefully. Waiting for the change in Frolline's countenance from serious to sullen and squirting a spicy spray for her. As always the sweet face of vanilla is always for Firstan and spicy mint for her. Indeed, at this time Frolline's heart has not been created by God for him, but he will fight for the body of Frolline remains by his side and then just fight to have his heart.

“This time I will make a calculation with papa. How dare he trap me into the trap of Ditya, his inner”.

Frolline looked at her superior in annoyance, occasionally snorting, breathing roughly right in front of Ditya's face.

“Follow me Fro,” said Ditya. The man stood up, buttoned his suit. Walk out of the room.

“Where are we going, sir?” asked Frolline, a little small run, following Ditya who walked first.

“I have a meeting outside this morning. Not listed on the schedule, because suddenly,” said short.

Passing through her secretary's desk, Ditya still advised to rearrange her schedule, as she would be out until lunchtime.

Back Frolline glared, this was not on the sheet of paper he had just learned.

“Come Fro, don't daydream,” said Ditya, grabbing the hand of Frolline to get the girl into the elevator with him.

“Where are we going, sir?” tanya Frolline was still curious.

“Don't ask much, just follow. I had a job outside this morning.” Ditya answered briefly.

The drama continued as Frolline turned down the car with her boss. Choose to bring your own car. Somehow the more he saw Ditya, the more upset he became. The planned scam he did with the papa made him want to stay away.

“As for Fro, I don't have much time,” said Ditya, grabbing the sunglasses out of the bag and wearing them. With a single blow, Ditya managed to pull in his personal assistant who continued to deny his orders.

Matt and Han, Ditya's driver who had been waiting in the car, just gave a smile. From yesterday the brand has been told by its employer about Frolline which will follow all its activities for the next three months.

“Bos is indeed cunning, using an unusual approach way,” Inner Matt, glancing at the back seat of the rearview mirror.

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The two had already walked into a fancy restaurant with five-star status following Matt who walked first. Restaurants that have only been able to see Frolline from television or online media. How not, in addition to the price of the menu here is exorbitant, which usually eat here are the jetset thick pockets that do not think about any price offered.

Frolline's eyes were again forced to open wide when he entered a closed room in the restaurant, there was a round table set with various luxurious dishes had spoiled his eyes, full of semeja ready to eat

“Sit Fro, enjoy your breakfast. Didn't you just fill your stomach with a glass of milk,” Ditya ordered, pull back the wooden chair and let the girl sit down.

“Thank you,” said Frolline, not refuting despite being surprised by Ditya's remarks that knew everything including knowing this morning he was just breakfast with a glass of milk. The dish in front was too tempting.

“You can spend it all. I ordered it for you. No meeting with anyone until lunch. I just want to spend time getting to know my personal assistant further,”, Ditya whispered softly in Frolline's ear. The man was still standing behind the Frolline while pulling the white washcloth and spreading it across the lap of the Frolline.

Ditya had just sat next to the Frolline, when someone went inside to join them.

“Sorry, I'm late.” A familiar-sounding masculine voice forced Frolline to turn around, confirming who would join them.

The Frolline's eyeballs were rounded, as it looked at who was walking closer to their table.

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