First Love of the CEO

Zee Principle

Pov: Yes

Many times I pegged in front of the mirror, polishing a little powder and lipstick on my lips.

Do not forget the deodorant and perfumes. All the words of Shayf yesterday came back this morning.

You pinch!

I try to walk gracefully in high heels. Difficult feels.

Why should high heels, even though it is better sneaker!

Pacing, trying various gait, the result I cake the fool, ngakak himself.

"Are you ready, baby?" my face came out from behind the door.

"Berez general."I raised my thumb.

"Want you get me a cab?"

"Dad's expensive taxi, I've asked Joko mas, my subscription online Ojek to do it today."

"When will the secretary be ushered in ojek?"

"Father is a new candidate, not necessarily accepted."

"Dad's daughter must be welcome."

"Aamiin." I hugged him.

"Thank you so much dad." I whispered.

"Dear, come on, prove to the world that Dadiza Zidni could be a great woman."

I hugged him back tightly.

Lordy! Let me make this great man smile this time.

Give me a chance to give him a pinch of happiness for the rest of his age.

Give me God! Aamiins.

My move hastened to enter an elite office building in South Jakarta.

After asking here and there I finally arrived at a room, there appeared to be about dozens of women who meant the same as me. Apply for work!

Everything is beautiful, their makeup is modern, with super sexy clothes, understand this is a job as a private secretary.

I look like today, nothing special, except a little makeup that I try to harmonize with the clothes, heels and black skirt I wear it feels torture.

I hurried to walk into the room.

"Bruck!" so impressed I hit a tall figure in front of me.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry."

The man did not answer.

When I raised my face to look at her, I suddenly remembered someone.

"Wait around! You're the guy who almost hit me at the time, right?"

Again, he did not answer.

"Ngapain is also loe here? Damn life I have to see you again." I do grieve.

"Oh yeah, this is money loe, I'm not a beggar, it's nice to play throw money in my face, but the chat first yes, the chat for lunch plus my fare home, later if I pay the salary I will pay the rest." I give him a sheet of fifty thousand.

The guy whined. Proud indeed his style, I want to nampol smooth face.

But I didn't give up on putting the money in his pocket.

When he got into action, I immediately left the place and ran back to the room where I was going to be in the interview.

Why are the nyebelin boys here? Is he also applying for work? Or maybe he has an office? Amit-amit deh I must have an arrogant boss like that guy.

But honestly, his face was indeed handsome!

Haish! Zee. Remember, this is not a Korean movie.

"Number seventeen, please come in." a voice sounded through the microphon.

I glanced at my number.

Deg, that's my number turned out.

Slowly I entered the big room, where there were two men, and one woman.

Ah, that's Laras, I know from the photo that Syaif sent.

Omegots! Brother Laras's face is very different from Syaif? Powerful, and charismatic. It is appropriate to be the secretary of choice, to take a hard leave, and he has the right to determine who will replace him.

I was pounding.

In that room there was another room that was closed. Maybe the big boss, I thought.

"You're Zee, right?" laras's brother squinted.

I nodded, I lost hope that Syaif's brother would be able to get me into this company, from his voice I knew that women like this did not like nepotism.

"What is your motivation for applying for this job?"

"From my money, eh ma'am, ma'am." I answered.

"From money? That only?" voice rising.

"Yes I want to love an old father, if I can work I will ask you to stop working, let me rest so old."

"This job interview is not a charity event, so you don't have to sell your father to get sympathy from us to be accepted to work here." snapped a 35-year-old man, to me. From the look in his eyes I knew he was mocking.

"I'm sorry, if a child's desire to make happy father he loves you consider an institution of jokes, this moment also I resign." I replied emotionally.

"Please."

"I'm disappointed that such a big company puts people like you, lack empathy, and remember! My father is the life of my life, I will not sell him for anything, if my own life is what I will give for his survival." I said, leaving the room that sickened it.

"Zee, wait, at least think about it." Laras taught me my steps.

"Sorry brother, I can't work in a place that doesn't respect the principles of others."

"Zee, Syaif really hopes you can be accepted here."

"So did my father sis, but I'm sure you'll understand if you know the real situation."

"I don't wish you could think about it."

"Thank you, brother," I left Sis Laras in doubt.