First Love Replacement CEO

The Same Perpetrator from the Past

The last few days Darren had deliberately not interacted with Safira. Darren decides to try to forget Sapphira and look for other women who are no less sexy that can be used as a satisfied.

"In this world women are not just her!" darren's determination is so confident to find a replacement for Safira. But the heart could not lie, deep down, the desire to get Safira was still so great.

Darren was now heading towards Azzam's room which was right next to his room. There were some files he wanted to give Azzam.

Oh shit there's Sapphira! Though Darren had managed to survive up to 2 days not to meet the girl who was so tempting in his eyes. But now fate has them in front of Azzam's room.

"Why is he in front of Azzam's room?" darren muttered a little curiously. Ordinary employees are very rarely on this floor because it becomes a special area for company officials.

"Bas rude!" accuse Darren without asking Safira for clarity.

Sapphira who had just been silent while bowed at the door also turned her face.

"Mr Da ... Darren?" Safira. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Even the eyeliner he used faded and made his face even more chaotic.

Darren who saw Safira crying became confused and panicked. Was Sapphira crying because she was disrespectful? No way, Darren thought.

"Sophyta?" call Darren in a soft tone. He can't stand yelling at a woman who is crying. Darren inevitably had to be gentle for a while.

Sapphira who felt embarrassed because she was caught crying in front of Darren immediately ran away and left the floor where she was.

When he saw Safira leaving, Darren had the intention to hold Safira and ask about the crying, but Darren stopped doing so. He was determined to keep his distance from Sapphira. Darren chose to continue with his intention and goal earlier.

While in front of the door and preparing to knock, Darren suddenly heard a voice that was quite disturbing to his hearing.

"Decapon? God, what's going on in there" Darren panicked.

Darren didn't think that his little brother Azzam could do something like this. Darren thought his sister could only joke and annoy people. It turns out oh was beyond her expectations.

Then who's the playmate? The virgin? Dara the quiet girl? Could it?

"Does this have anything to do with Sapphira's cry?" terka Darren as if a detective who is facing a serious case.

Darren undoes the intention to give the files he holds. He was confused because he thought too much.

"They're involved in a love triangle? Huh huh? Too funny," murmured Darren still trying to second-guess the real events.

Darren saw the documents piling up on his desk with no taste.

"Ah, mending I go outside" said Darren then went out of his room.

*****

Safira chose to skip work. Himself tired. Not physically tired, but tired. Sapphira thought her love for Azzam was buried there, but it was not. His heart was so broken when he heard the expression of love Azzam made for Dara that he accidentally heard when he was about to call Dara in the Azzam room. Even more painful, the strange sounds they created back then were clearly stored in his memory.

"Come, Safira? What do you want to hope for again? Wish Azzam would love that monkey? Your dream, Fir!" inner Sapphira.

When he reached the lobby, Safira accidentally crossed paths with a stranger in his eyes.

Ucens!

"Safira? Is this really lo? Crazy ... not changed, huh lo? Even more so just balloon I look around," seloroh Ucen shamelessly insulted Safira for the umpteenth time.

Sapphira again rotated the past stored so clearly in the memory of his brain. The bitter past was at once precious to Sapphira. When he was almost forgotten, Azzam appeared like a hero to him.

Remembering Azzam, making himself shed tears again. His body shook as it held back the crying.

Ucen who saw Safira crying became a reason to touch Safira's body. The girl he never got to.

"Due, Fir. Why anyway? Do not cry dong," said Ucen soothing when his hands crept everywhere.

Safira immediately brushed off the dirty hands of Baj*ngan's.

At that time the lobby was quiet because it was still working hours. Security is located far away near the gate.

"May ...." Ucen again did the mode.

Without Ucen realizing there was a pair of eyes that had been observing the two. Darren's hands clenched when he saw a man who was insolent in degrading Sapphira.

"I told you not to touch me!" snapped Safira because Ucen did not want to stay away from her.

"So, don't sell expensive, Fir! How much is lo? Here I pay!"

Bugh! Suddenly one raw bogem landed on Ucen's skinny cheek. Fresh blood flowed from his mouth because of his torn lips.

"Bangs*t! How dare you ...."

Just about to curse, Ucen immediately clenched his mouth when he saw Darren who had punched him.

"Sir Darren?" ask Ucen.

"Who are you?" darren asked in surprise because the man knew his name. Darren just saw his face today.

Ucen immediately stood up straight and cleaned the blood in his mouth. Although not perfectly clean.

"I'm Rusen, sir. The personal assistant that Mr. Harry sent here" Ucen replied so straightforwardly.

Safira gawked in disbelief. The ucen? So personal assistant? Is Ucen capable?

"You go to Harry and tell him I didn't ask for an assistant from him" Darren said.

Seeing the behavior of Rusen aka Ucen against Safira earlier made Darren a thousand percent sure to reject it. Yes, Darren did ask his friend—Harry for help in finding a personal assistant.

"Can't do it, sir. We have all agreed, "the Ucen protest is not willing to be rejected.

"Here I am the boss. I have the right to determine who is allowed to enter this company. And definitely not a brash man like you!" darren.

For a moment Safira was amazed by the CEO. His decisiveness was so glared at the sight of a Sapphira. Especially now that their distance is quite close. Darren stood in front of Safira, as if protecting her from Ucen.

"So, you crazy CEO! It's all because of you, Safira!" cecar Ucen blindly.

"Gue?" Safira refused to be blamed. Here he is the victim.

"Don't blame Safira!" snapped Darren then gave a fist on the side of the face that had not been hit by his raw bogem.

Ucen collapsed to the floor. Due to having an inadequate physique, Ucen easily collapsed and even fainted. Only twice a punch.

Darren calls security and tells him to take Ucen to Harry's company. For some reason after this incident, Darren's sense of solidarity with Harry diminished slightly. Though not necessarily Harry knows about the behavior of the personal assistant he sent to Darren.

"Thank you, sir," Safira said as soon as Ucen and the security left.

"I don't like to help people, it means you have to pay for my services" Darren replied so smartly. Does this mean he can get a Sapphira?

"Pay what?" ask Safira again.

Azzam also helped him but never asked for a reply, very different from the brother. Not only in terms of face, in terms of personality, the two brothers were far different.

Darren did not reply but gave a smile that was so suspicious.

"Sir, it's not good to ask for a reply when it has helped people. Mending sincerely, consider alms. After all, my brother, the Azzam also never nolongin me, no one asked for a reply, should be better father than Azzam dong," exclaimed Safira trying to negotiate. Safira was afraid that there was a high price to pay.

"I'm not Azzam! Why talk about Azzam anyway? Do you like Azzam?" Darren tries to lure Safira so that little by little Darren can find out his life.

Safira who was asked so immediately died of lice. His mouth is mute, afraid to answer wrongly and make people misunderstand.