FOR MONEY

MORNING ENTERTAINER

The morning is back. Today the sun seems to be shining on the earth. I've been sitting on the porch waiting for my online taxi. No need to wait long, what I was waiting for finally arrived. Within 15 minutes I was in front of the Flowering Group building.

When entering the lobby. I was surprised by the voice of a man.

“Good morning?” Her husband and was by my side.

Stalled steps.

“Ah.. Mr. photocopy.” Call me reflex.

“Hey! Assistant Qeezya, I have a name.” He plucked his finger in front of my face, coupled with a very sharp look. Makes me flounder.

This man again spoke non-formally to me. We don't know each other yet. He knows me, probably because I'm the Assistant Secretary to the President Director of this company.

This is the second time he and I met after he helped me in the doubling room back then.

“Hehe.. Excuse me. We have not yet known. What's your name?” I was embarrassed and asked his name.

“Mekka Ardion.” Loud answer.

I smiled when he said his name. Very excited about this guy.

“How much are you?” Ask again.

“Not to be stiff, just relax. I'm 25 years old. Still mondolder?” He played his eyebrows full of pride.

“Hehe Yes. But I'm 3 years younger than you. What should I call you? Mr Makka or Mr Makka?” I asked while smiling.

“I told you to relax. Don't call me Sir or Sister. Call it Mekka.” He insists.

“What's rude call a name?”

“Our life is not much different. So I prefer to be called.”

But this is in the office. Is that all right?

“Emm.. Then you.”

I'm not done talking yet, he's already brushed aside my words.

“Do not you! But ka-mu.” He slightly bent his body to match the height of my body so that my face could be clearly seen by him. “Me and you.” Further clarifying.

Okay-okay.. He really wanted me to talk to him non-formally. To the point of teaching me that. This is how he makes people friends. It's funny this guy.

“Ehe.. Okay. Then you also don't call me Assistant Qeezya. Call name only.” My love.

It's not funny that I'm the only one who calls him a name.

“Okey Qee.zya.”

Haha, that sounds funny. But it also sounds familiar. I was amused this morning.

“I ride first ya Mekka.”

“Okey. Bye Qeezya.” Waving his hands.

I arrived in my room. Secretary Clarisa's on her desk.

“Assistant Qeezya.” Call Secretary Clarisa when I'm about to sit in my chair.

“Ya Secretary Clarisa.”

“Presdir Ducan is waiting for you from earlier to make him coffee.” He whispered a little.

Ha's? The old man was already in his room this early. Unusually.

I immediately rushed to the pantry and made coffee for the old man. My feelings are starting to feel bad.

That old man will definitely anger me again. Was my morning always like this? Huf..

My body trembled after knocking on the door of his room. I took a deep breath to reduce my fear.

“Log in!” He shouted from within.

I opened the door and closed it very slowly. The man was sitting on the guest sofa with his legs as he normally does, holding a file and a pen. I walked up to him.

“Copy of your President.”

He did not respond to my words, glanced no.

When did he ever respond to it.

The table where he was sitting at the moment was only my neck high, making me have to squat when I put coffee for him. He still seemed serious about reading the sheet of paper he was resting on his thighs.

When it was below like this, the old man's face became very clear. It was like a bright light from behind his back.

I don't want to see it. But these eyes couldn't help but notice him. The old man had an aura that could attract my gaze.

When he was like this, why did his face look handsome? No. gabe. He's really very handsome. I admitted it too at that time. Plus the navy suit he wears today, makes him look perfect. But baby, his heart is not as perfect as he looks.

Why do I keep watching him? Ah, I better get out of here before he realizes and scolds me.

I stood back up.

“Bring breakfast like yesterday!”

Ha.. Any more?

Don't you know I bought it outside. You want me out to buy it again?

You really are a shitty old man..

“Good President.” I bow my head in annoyance.

SERIATE...

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