Denisa Rosaline

180°

Eagle POV

I ran down my apartment flat. Not running in the real sense. But hurry. Very rushed. How not, I had to attend an important meeting this morning with an important client and I was already very late. Wake misfortune.

I got into my car and drove it. Couldn't go at full speed because this morning was so jammed. Die me. Papa could be mad at me if this project fails me.

Time has shown 9 more. I entered the hotel restaurant where the appointment was made. But this room is empty. Only a few guests were still inside.

I immediately grabbed the HP behind my pocket, intending to contact the client. But the message notification from my secretary attracted quite a lot of attention. There are 5 messages and 2 missed calls in the green phone app. He usually sends me a lot of messages. I scroll through the complicated patterns of the cell phone locker. Lazy reading I finally called him.

On the fifth ring the girl answered my phone. I cut off his greeting so irritated I was because he was so slow to receive my call. Didn't know that I was so upset about losing a potential client.

"Where are you?" my spray.

"Eh, ma'am sorry, sir. I was getting a call from Attariza Inc" he explained.

"Try to contact Sky Nursindo Group. Request a reschedule for the meeting!" I accidentally didn't mention I was late, I'd be embarrassed.

"Lho's? Didn't you agree yesterday when the Sky reschedule meeting to next week? Do you want to step down again or what, sir?" tanyanya but I do not gubris because it is still busy remembering when I agreed to this meeting was postponed. "The agenda of the Father this morning is to review the project with Attariza and sorry this can not be canceled, sir. I just got the information that they were on their way to the location" she explained later, maybe she understood if I forgot today's schedule. I caught the confused tone implied from his explanation just now.

Oh my God, I remember now. Yes, two days ago Sky Nursindo Group confirmed that today's meeting was forced to be postponed to next week because their branch in Manado experienced a fire the day before. Meanwhile, Kuala Lumpur-based Attariza has accelerated its schedule of visits to Indonesia to review some of its cooperation projects with domestic companies, including reviewing projects with my company. Like exchanging schedules, my secretary arranged it very well. I'm stupid to be flirted here for forgetting this.

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'm grateful not to be late and not to lose the project with Sky Nursindo Group.

"Trus you call me mo by what?" ask me to remember the notification earlier. I immediately turned left to the parking lot while continuing to talk on the phone with my secretary.

"You ask me where the Father is" he answered lightly. "It's 9 o'clock yet. All of you remind me, afraid in case you forget to enter the office and have an important agenda today," he said mixed with amused tones mixed with innuendo. Really sucks. Sometimes I don't think. Why my secretary speaks differently on the phone and face to face. If called him as freely show his expression, but when face to face, he like giving distance to the interlocutor. Ah no. He's only been that way since I accused him the other day.

I drove my car to the project site. Thankfully I got to first. The meeting with Malaysian clients went well. I finally decided to go back to the office. Lunch at the office.

HP curiosh that I put carelessly in the passenger seat. Calling my secretary to order lunch because I'm not in the mood to eat out.

I was shocked when I entered my office. As soon as I opened the door, I saw someone arranging food at the table that I used to use for small meetings with my staff or clients. His position is behind me. Strange, usually only my secretary is allowed to do this job because I don't want any OB or other employees to enter my office. The more I looked, it turned out that someone was a woman, with shoulder-length hair and tied partially back. He wears a work suit in a contemporary style. Asymmetrical span skirts from the knee to the calf that show the legs of the tie wrapped in black stilettos with a strap that binds on his ankle and a matching colored blazer. Makes her look very "career woman" when viewed from behind. Dira of course has not entered work, and his body is also not as tall as the woman in front of me, also the style of clothes is not as feminine as this, so definitely not him. Then who? There is no way Aline, even though her posture is as high as that but the girl is hijab-wearing and impossible to wear such clothes. The clothes worn by this woman are covered but unable to cover the curves of her perfect body. I compared my two secretaries to this woman. He still did not realize my arrival.

If not Aline, then who? I guessed. Then where is the girl? Why did he let others into my work space. I'll punish him. Just watch out later.

I put my foot up. The sound of the shoes clashing with the floor made the woman aware of my existence. He flipped his body, staring at me. My steps stopped, glued to the floor. My breath stopped. The girl looked at me with her flat face. I'm shocked.

"Good day, sir!" sapana. "Lunch is ready! Want to eat now?" tanyakanya. But I did not return his greeting, still very shocked by what I saw. Excuse me for leaving the room because my work in my room is done.

I hardly recognize him anymore. That girl is so beautiful. The shirt inside his blazer was navy, a stark contrast to his pure white skin. Her face is natural but looks a little mature with a hairdo like this, very sweet and beautiful.

I painstakingly gulped my salivary as he passed me. The scent of vanilla smelled more intense than usual.

I took her hand that passed by me. Awareness began to restore my brain performance as before.

"Wait!" I said.

He stopped, even because his upper arm was still I clutched. He turned.

"Can I help you again, sir?" tanyakanya. My gaze focused on her lips that were swept with a nude natural lipstick with an ombre accent. So tempting.

"Sit down!" my word.

He's nodding. I let go of my grip on his hand. And he took up a position in the guest seat, across from my oversized chair.

I followed him step. Sit on my throne. Staring at him. But the expression this woman showed was very flat. Not happy but not sad either. There was absolutely no expression on her beautiful face.

"You?" I said with my index finger pointing to his new appearance. I'm sure he understands what I mean.

DEG!

The sentence just now was like lightning striking in the daytime. Makes me fixated. Because that was the last word I said to her last night.

"If you don't have anything to ask again, I'm sorry" he resigned.

I only realized once he closed the door to my room. I didn't mean to make him take off his hijab. Last night I was just emotional and said so. I told her it was better for her to take off her hijab than for her hijab to be stained by her behavior and lower people's eyes on other hijab-wearing women. In essence, I told him to take off his hijab so that the image of another woman in the hijab was not damaged by it. Then the sentence was? Does that mean he justifies Aura's accusation? Does he really have a special relationship with Ethan?

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrggghhh" I cried out in frustration in my room. No-no. My heart won't let him be with Ethan. Soon I called him back to my room.

"Is there anything I can help you with, AGAIN, sir? he asked by emphasizing the word "again", still with his flat face.

"Sit down! Keep me eating!" my word doesn't want to be disputed. He complies. I stared at him fixedly as he prepared the tableware in silence. I secretly admired her beauty that looked so different. Beautiful, yet seductive. Different 180° with her hijab.

During lunch, I asked him again.

"That's it, sir, don't talk about it!" That was the only answer he gave, making me even more annoyed.

I watched him intensely as he began to tidy up our tableware. Just as he was about to get out, I blocked his hand, again. He looked at me who was also looking at him. I don't know why I wouldn't want another guy out there looking at his appearance right now.

"This is how many times you have blocked my hand today! What does Father really want?" tanyanya yelled at me, angry.

"Tell me why you changed!" I said leave the lo-gue call I used to use on him. I seriously asked this time. He didn't answer me. He made my patience slowly disappear.

I clenched his arm getting stronger. He looks grimacing but I don't care. I led him to my desk. I mean sit him there. However, I accidentally touched his chest, making me crazy. I unknowingly pulled him back to his feet and began kissing his lips, ****** with impatience. He didn't give a response. Probably still not aware of what is going on.

Only then did he rebel, making our kisses come off.

"What are you doing?!" snapped at me. His eyes were reddening with anger. Trying to release the grip of my hand on his arm with all his might. It makes me look so sexy in my eyes. Of course his strength is not able to defeat my strength. Whether what demon possessed me, instead of letting go, I was eroding the distance between us. Put some of his body on the table.

"Tell me, is Ethan making you change this way?!" I said possessive, no less harsh on him. "You made me this way. SATISFIED!" I was stunned by his answer. And I lost consciousness. I started to fuck her on my desk. Grabbing anything I can touch. Her clothes are no longer worn. I'm really crazy to make it. Then in the next second, he managed to slap me.

The slap was very loud, making me wake up and sit down along with the ringing and vibrating sounds of the phone that pulled me back to the real world.

Hahhhhh...just a dream! Shit, I had a dream about raping my secretary. But this dream feels very real.

The ringing of the phone was still roaring on the table. Kuraih and I shifted to the green icon, answering the call of Aldi, my best friend.

"Hello..." I said I was still a little shaky from the dream.

"Hello bro." Aldi said hello across there. "Gue doesn't interfere with your night sports, does it? Hehehe" he chuckled, probably hearing my raucous voice and still adjusting his breath, then deduced a version of himself.

"Lo disturb my sleep! If it's not important, let you hang up the phone! I'm going to sleep!"

"Weits, patient bro! It's still morning. The kids are gathering at basecamp."

Basecamp is the name for the pavilion in Leo's house, one of my best friends since High School. The five of us used to be very bad, but our grades were always the best in school. Yeah, just badung, not "rogue". We choose to gather here, just band, play PS, barbekiu-an, or just a get-together accompanied by soft drinks and snacks. This pavilion was deliberately developed by om Agha, Leo's father, in order to always have positive activities while avoiding us from the influence of promiscuity and alcohol in the days where teenagers are looking for their identity.

"Well, I'm going there!" I hung up the phone impatiently. There were dozens of missed calls I saw on the screen. Most of the Kania that I deliberately ignored since this afternoon. "Basically women lack jobs!" muttered. He invited me to his birthday party at a nightclub today, and I had no interest in coming. I don't like aggressive women.

Scroll clock on HP. Right, it's still 11 past a bit. That means I slept for almost two hours, and still with the full work clothes I was wearing today. After dropping off my secretary earlier, I intended to reflect for a moment on my attitude towards her. Why can I care about him that much. I even seem possessive of him. Is it true that he doesn't want to destroy Ethan and Aura's household, or is there some other cause. But I fell asleep on the couch and ended up with that dream.

Moving from the sofa to the room, I reached for the towel directly to the bathroom. I have to take a shower, of course. I'm a normal guy, of course I'll react with things like that.

Under the shower, I fell. It must have been because my words to the girl earlier disturbed my mind so that my subconscious led me to the imagination of the girl who was without hijab according to my sarcasm when delivering it earlier. Plus I slept without saying do'a, so the jinn freely entered my sleep, making me dream a no-no. Hhh... Soon I removed the image of Aline's unscathed version of the woman from my mind, finished my bath and prepared for the place where my friends had been waiting.

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