Emily's soul mate

GALEN CHUCKLE!

Emily had already returned to Galen's room carrying the map carefully so that no one would fold or bend, or tangle and untidy.

"Have you?" Mr. Galen asked loudly when Emily had just entered his room.

"Already, Sir!" Emily answered while giving her work map to Galen.

Galen immediately checked Emily's work and now the man smiled with satisfaction.

"If this is neat, nice to see and does not make the eyes sepet."

"That's what makes you cool, sir!" Emily just screamed in her heart.

"Here you go to the editor and don't forget to ask the layout!" Tell Mr. Galen next who returned to thrust the map to Emily.

Justjust like?

"Good, Sir!" Answer Emily who has turned around and went to the exit.

But again Galen restless it called Emily and asked Emily back.

"Your hair hasn't been tied up yet, Em!" Galen's words made Emily cluck. Emily immediately put the map in her hand and tied her hair for a while.

"So that girl is neat!" Said Galen who was now tidying up the pile of paper on her desk. The pile of paper was already neat.

How strange!

"If to the office hair tied up! Wear polite clothes and wear skirts! Why are you wearing jeans? Where's your skirt?" Galen's lick again this time changed to tidy up the pen and other decorations on his desk.

Emily who saw all that was just scratching her head and they did not understand this strange manager.

"You're listening to me no, Emily?" Reproach Galen with a voice that has risen seven octaves because Emily who looks dumb and just scratched her head since then.

"Eh, yes! Listen, Sir!" Answer Emily stammered.

"I said what try?" Galen asked glanced at Emily as she looked up at her chin with song.

"To the office hair tied!" Answer Emily flat.

"Then?"

"Then what? It's my hair I've tied up, sir!" Sergey Emily shows her hair is already tied.

"Not that! Advanced hair tied?" Galen started to spasm.

"Huh? Is there any, sir?" Emily asked as she scratched her head.

Emily seems to have been in daydreaming mode after Mr. Galen said about the hair to be tied up.

"Where are you going? Why wear jeans to the office?" Ask Mr. Galen whose tone is back up

"Tomorrow, if you go to the office wearing a skirt!" Galen continued again with a high tone of voice.

"Irma and Faisal also wear jeans, sir! Why do I have to wear a skirt?" Emily's protest felt unacceptable.

After all, yesterday when Emily read the office rules was also not written it was mandatory to wear a skirt!

Why is this manager making things up?

"No need to take Irma and Faisal! You are a new employee! If I say you have a skirt, you have to wear a skirt!" Strictly Galen does not want to be denied.

"Geez! So forced!" Emily muttered bitterly.

"From tomorrow on skirts, hair curled and don't fall apart!" Galen gave a strong message to Emily.

"Never wear a bun, sir?" Emily's brave.

"You!" Galen pointed a swipe at Emily.

"I have to go to the editor, sir! Good morning!" Emily grinned as she passed from before Galen and came out of the room of the manager's recess.

Just become a manager already pretentious!

How is he going to be the director?

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Emily walked into the illustrator's room still grumbling.

Emily's ear overhears Faisal and Irma gossiping about Mr. Galen. Soon Emily put on a good hearing.

"So the rumor about Mr Galen maho is true?" Faisal asked, whose face turned serious.

Emily's friend who was the one, fit just knew it looks calm. Eh turn to gossip with Irma, her julid ngalahin mama-emak complex.

"He said so. Time yes handsome face, body okay, well established work, but still do not have a girl. What is maho dong?" Irma speculated.

"Emang Mr. Galen is handsome, huh? I'm more handsome, really!" Faisal answered confidently which made Irma act like vomiting. And it was Emily who reflexively chuckled with Faisal's confident confession.

"Bye, Em! When's coming?" Sapa Irma who apparently did not realize Emily's presence since.

"New aja. Pas Faisal said that he was a handsome guy," replied Emily still chuckling.

"I'm handsome, really! You guys are julid, anyway!" Feisal's gerutu has turned on his iMac screen and typed in a password.

"Handsome but not good!" Cibir Irma immediately made Emily laugh again.

"Hoey! I don't want to be with you! Your good looks make me glare!" It was Irma who immediately invited Emily to do a tos.

"Sell very expensive!" Cibir Faisal before finally the man focused on his iMac screen.

"Don't sell that expensive! Later fall in love with her own camper, Ir!" Emily said to Irma, who was now silent and leaned her chin towards Emily's back.

What's the matter?

Emily rewinds her chair a little, when suddenly Emily's chair hits something.

Wait, what is this?

Emily turned her body quickly and immediately found Galen with a white shirt and a plaid green sweater standing behind Emily carrying several maps in her hands.

Oh, my gosh!

"After, Sir!" Sapa Emily grimaced.

"You didn't bring your new job with you when you came out of my room!" Galen thrust the map he brought to Emily.

"Eh, yes! Sorry, Sir!" Answer Emily who immediately received the two maps quickly and read them for a moment.

"Don't I have to keep the bag in a neat place, Em!" Regret Galen again who has now reached for Emily's bag and want to show how to save a good and right bag.

Unfortunately, Galen held the wrong part of the bag, until finally the unclosed zipper bag even made the contents of Emily's bag scatter on the workbench.

Oh, my gosh!

Used wipes, candy wrappers, chargers, earphones, wallets, cell phones, and one white, square-shaped object glide freely from inside Emily's bag.

White square thing?

Goddamn

Goddamnit!

"So your bag in addition to storing goods also serves as a trash can, huh?" Galen frowned in disbelief at Emily who was now even glaring at him.

Looks like the girl felt like she couldn't accept Galen ruffling the contents of her bag.

Actually this is beyond Galen's authority, about taking care of the appearance of his employees.

But I don't know!

Ever since seeing Emily for the first time, Galen's soul-editing has suddenly flared up. Galen felt a lot of things were wrong with Emily, so Galen wanted to edit it and it turned out that it had really made Galen act far beyond his authority.

"Father has no right to ruffle the contents of my bag, even if you are my boss!" Emily said firmly and loudly.

The girl cleaned up her belongings again after removing the garbage from the ash-colored sling bag.

"I didn't mean it!" Sergey Galen defended himself.

"If you directly store your bag properly and correctly, you also definitely do not need to make the contents scatter like before!" Galen is still trying to find a justification.

It's clearly wrong!

Still looking for an excuse!

Basic Galen restrained!

Emily really wants to curse now.

"Do your job, and trim your desk!" Galen finally went out of the illustrator's room.

"Basic recess!" Bump Emily after Mr. Gak Tastes was not seen again.

"Don't hate it too much, Em! Later it will fall in love even its own kempong!" Irma flipped Emily's sentence back then.

"Haha! Is Mr Galen doing the same with Emily? Didn't you say he was maho, Ir?" Faisal from the corner of the room.

Faisal's desk was at the very end and in the corner.

Udah maho, recek, make sprains, good luck handsome!

So there is still a positive value that many people can see.

Try it ugly, maho, nyebelin, restless, alive again!

Emily muttered to herself and rolled her eyes lazily while not stopping clucking.

Amit-amit!

Who would want to be his wife, Mr. Galen!

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