Don't chase me, Beautiful!

Replying Rista Treatment

Yuno rushed to Rista to make an example of the clothes she designs today.

"What's the time, sir?" tanyakanya.

"I don't know, just try to make it today" Yuno said.

"All right, sir."

Rista began making samples requested by Darren with his work team he got past lunch when another friend told him to rest but he refused on the grounds of fear of not being ready on time.

The clock shows at 4 pm but Rista has not yet completed her task.

"How about tomorrow we leave it to the President of the materials for example?" ask one of Rista's coworkers.

"You go ahead, but if you can't tomorrow I can go home" he replied.

"All right!"

Rista went to see Yuno asking about it.

But the answer he received was that he had to complete the task given today as well.

Rista returned to his room, inwardly saying, "This first day of work remains a spirit!"

He told his friends that he would be responsible for the sample.

"You don't mind if we go home first?"

"No, this job is just a little bit more" replied Rista.

"Then we go home, yes!" pamit his work team.

"Yes, be careful."

While in the President's room, Devan prepared to go home. "You're gonna stay here until he's done?"

"Yes, Pa. Let's have a big production tomorrow" Darren replied.

"Yes, then. Papa first!" Devan left his office.

Yuno who served as the personal secretary of the President continued to look at his watch, some of the employees had already gone home. He paced in Rista's office to find out whether the girl completed her task on time or not.

Finally at 6 pm, the sample of clothes that will be shown to the President has been completed. Rista handed it to Yuno.

Not yet dropping his body on the chair, Yuno told him to go into the Presidency room. "Miss, I just remind you that there are rarely any employees who enter this room except for his extended family, me and his old personal secretary. This seems like a serious matter!"

Hearing Yuno's words made Rista frightened.

"Sir, this is my first time working. It is impossible to be fired immediately" Rista said.

"Pray, Miss!" Yuno smiled.

Rista prayed in his heart while slowly opening the door.

"Wash your hands there!" point Darren towards the sink. "Don't wear sandals or shoes!" remind the girl again.

Rista took off her shoes and washed her hands at her boss's orders. Then stand facing Darren.

"Either what my Papa saw and the board of directors of your design, is so bad!" Darren threw the sample clothes that Rista was working on.

Rista opened her eyes in shock as the clothes she made were thrown to the floor.

"I want you to repeat it tonight, too" Darren ordered.

"Tonight too, sir?"

"Yes, you don't want to?"

"But this building is empty" replied Rista.

"You scared?"

"Sir, I want to rest" replied Rista.

"You want to rest, but the work isn't done like this. Remember, you've only been working today. Do you want to get fired?" asked Darren in a high tone.

"No, Master!"

"Do it again, tomorrow morning I'll see the results" he said.

"Master, the fabric material I use is number one quality and the stitching is neat. What is less?"

"I want you to repeat it again!" darren's orders.

The sound of Rista's stomach rang, making the girl hold it.

"What's that sound?" ask Darren.

Rista smiled smirkingly, "Sorry, I haven't eaten this afternoon."

Darren smiled cynically, "I don't care if you haven't eaten or not. Finish the job today!"

"Which part do you think you don't like?"

"The whole thing starts from the type of fabric, color and thread that is still visible" Darren replied.

"All right, sir."

Rista came out of the President's room.

Yuno stood up then asked, "How is it?"

"I have to repeat it again, sir."

"You're patient, yes!" Yuno forced a smile.

"Yes, sir." Rista went back to her office.

Shortly after, Darren came out. "Let's go home!"

"What about that woman?" ask Yuno.

"Let it be done tonight" Darren replied.

"Anyone here?"

"Yes, would you like to accompany her?"

"Not really," replied Yuno.

"I want to teach him a lesson" Darren said.

"What if the great master finds out?"

"If you hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known!"

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At 6 a.m., Rista returned to Sella's house to clean up and have breakfast. The plan is another week he will move house because it is impossible to continue hitching a ride at the residence of his best friend's parents.

Luckily the distance of the company with his best friend's house is not too far only takes 10 minutes by using public transportation.

At 8 a.m., Rista returned to Arta Fashion to submit her sample. His eyes felt heavy because he had not slept all night.

As soon as he reached his study, Rista dropped her head on the desk and closed her eyes.

Darren asks Yuno for Rista's work, but his secretary says he has not received anything from her.

Darren then walked into Rista's room, all the employees in the room stood up and saluted.

Darren picked up the tissue and swung the thin sheet to Rista's face but did not get up.

Then he picked up a pen and pulled Rista's cheek.

Instead of waking up, Rista hit the pen until it fell. "I'm so sleepy, don't bother me!" with eyes closed.

"Do you want Ayumi Charista fired?" Darren asked out loud.

Rista immediately woke up and rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sir!"

"To my room right now!" her word.

"Good, Master!" Rista stood up while holding her head which still felt dizzy carrying the sample clothes that Darren asked for.

Rista is now standing in front of Darren, but Devan does not see him.

Darren examined examples of new employee-made clothes carefully.

Rista continued to yawn as long as Darren checked the results of his work.

"I'll pick the first example!" Darren.

As Rista's eyes flashed, "If it's the first one chosen, why tell me to repeat it again?"

"You don't like me telling you to?" Darren asked back.

"Yes, I like it!" ketus answer.

"Take this to the production section and remember not to sleep while it's still working hours" Darren gave the order.

"I also sleep during working hours because of you, Sir!"

"You're starting to argue with me?"

"No, Mister. Just wanted to remind me that I deserve to be given overtime money" explained Rista.

"Veasy? You're just a new employee here!"

"If I'm new, you want to tell me" said Rista.

"You want to get fired?"

"I'm welcome here because Mr. Devan's choice is not yours!" Rista also passed.

Darren clenched his hand, "He has already dared to go against me. Just wait, I'll make you not feel at home here!"

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The rest hours were spent by Rista to take a nap after meals. Darren accidentally passed Rista's office when usually he never went through that road.

Darren smiled cunningly at Rista sleeping and the other employees were not in the room. With the road settled, he approached Rista's desk.

Darren raised the glass then slowly poured the water over Rista's head making the girl flinch and get up.

"What are you doing?" the hardic.

"Why are you still sleeping here?" darren asked, his face innocent.

"It's a break, sir!" the answer.

"But you can't sleep in the office" Darren said.

"You really want to get in trouble with me, yeah!" Rista took the ledger and then smacked it into his arm.

"It hurts" cried Darren.

"What was my fault that you always tortured me?"

"Hey, who tortured you?"

Rista stopped the blow, "You told me to work overtime, disturbed me to sleep. Don't you want to torture me?"

"I'm not torturing you, I'm just giving you a job" Darren replied.

"Don't lie, sir!"

"I'm not lying!"

"Oh, don't-don't you like me!" Rista confidently said it.

"Ciih, I like you!" staring cynically. "You think you're the only girl in the world?"

"Then why are you always looking for trouble with me?"

"Because you've humiliated me and pissed me off!"

"I'm sorry, Sir!" Rista then grabbed Darren's hand quickly the man pulled his hand and sprayed anti-germ liquid. "I admit I was wrong!" Rista took a half-standing position with resting on the knees and feet.

Some employees started entering the room because the break was over. Their views were surprised by the presence of the Presidential candidate.

"Master, please forgive me. Don't make me not feel at home here!" Rista showed her pretended sad face.

"Hey, stand!" Darren spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry, sir. Just now I will stand up," said Rista bowed languidly.

Darren then left, he was very embarrassed to be seen by other employees.

Rista looked at the floor and no longer looked like the President's shoes immediately raised his face and smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey, why did the future President get here?" ask one of Rista's friends.

"He just wanted to say that the samples have been sent to the production department or not" Rista replied lying.

"It's not unusual for her to come here, during my time working here Miss Raisa also never came here most often to the photo studio because it happens to be her ex-model husband at Arta Fashion."

"really?" ask Rista.

"The info I get is that Mrs Clarissa is a former model here too."

"So Mama and Mr Darren's sister-in-law are models?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Is his future wife also a model?" asked Rista curiously.

"I don't know, because Mr. Darren is almost the same as Mr. Devan. It's hard to fall in love and cleanliness."

"Had to tell me to open my footwear and wash my hands when I entered the room" Rista said.

"You went into the room, really lucky!" said one of the man's coworkers.

"Why is that?"

"To our knowledge, the only ones allowed into the room were the extended family and the private secretary. Mrs Clarissa and Mr. Eza also entered there and became the Artama family. Are you going to be Mr Darren's match?" guess a female coworker.

Rista laughed hearing that, "Where might I be dating such a strange man!"

"Why is it impossible?"

"Yes, he's a rich man must be his soul mate from the top at least a model as well."

"Yes, is what you're saying true?"

"Yes, his taste is not like mine!" Rista low. "I also don't want to make a fool out of him!" continues batin.