Let go of me, Young Master!
Gea Oversight
Deftly Gea immediately enter the side dish that will be brought by Mr. Zidane to stock into the office. He was almost too late to make up for that because Mr. Zidane waited too long until he was ready to run his car.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm late" said Gea bowing respectfully.
"It's okay, you just put it here." Mr Zidane pointed to the steering wheel. Carefully Gea laid down the provisions as appropriate for the place appointed by Mr. Zidane. Not to forget Gea stole another look at Mr. Zidane.
"I'll go first." Again, Gea simply nodded without answering Mr. Zidane's words. Let alone being able to answer his heart even busy with subtle vibrations that begin to feel more real. Gea stared at Mr. Zidane's car and disappeared behind the gate of the mansion. Gea pensively himself.
"Gea, how come we daydream again," said his senior to join Gea in the car park.
"Heheh, no Ma'am, I'm just being …." Not yet finished Gea spoke, senior named Ranti interjected Gea's words.
"Don't pretend to be too high." Ranti seemed to know what Gea was thinking. It is only natural that a woman likes Mr. Zidane because he is the perfect image of a prince.
"Heheh, I don't think you, Ma'am, just admire him." Gea timidly replied to Ranti's statement.
*
During work Gea did his job well. He was just told he could do anything. So Ranti can relax. This is how the fate of people came later, often getting additional tasks but Gea did not complain at all. All that prayer do with pleasure, because remembering if prayer does not get a job in this house will certainly not be able to pay the rent. With his efforts now his sister and mother survived not to be a vagabond.
"Gea, have you had lunch yet?" tanya Ranti brought a tray of rice and side dishes to the back. Although this house is allowed to eat in the room but as servants they are aware of their respective positions. Choose to eat in the back near the park only.
"Not yet" replied Gea. Where he had eaten, the work just as many did not finish. The sweat runs down the temple of Gea.
"Well, let's eat first instead of starving." Ranti invites Gea to eat.
Their menu today is quite simple, fried chicken plus tilled chili and broccoli soup. That alone for Gea was more than enough even special.
"Gea, how do you want to work so hard like this?" asked Ranti on the sidelines to eat.
"Well, ma'am." Gea fun to condense the thighs of the chicken and mengocolkan to sambal earlier.
Actually Ranti was curious about Gea must have never worked as a waiter or household assistant. Judging from her smooth skin as well as graceful stature. More worthy of being a model than a domestic assistant. Even though their salaries are greater than other servants.
*
Zidane was listening to his subordinates present about their respective performance. He looked seriously at anyone who was reporting on the company at the moment.
"So our profit this month could reach 50%?" zidane asked in disbelief. This is a pretty big profit and very rarely do they get all of this.
"Give bonuses to all employees, without them this company will never be able to move forward. Their appreciation" Zidane said, crossing his arms around his chest. For him, employees are not subordinates but colleagues who must get results according to their performance. If the company is making a big profit, the company must provide additional rewards beyond their basic salary.
"Sir, please sign this file." Zidane picked up the pen in his shirt pocket and inked it on the part of his name.
The company's regular meetings have ended. All the employees returned to their own rooms. Zidane, too, returned to his room.
The clock is almost 12 noon Zidane's stomach feels wrapped when he had breakfast. He also opened the 6ang provision has been prepared by Gea earlier.
When he opened the provisions of Gea, he remembered the girl who had just worked at his home for no more than 24 hours. Long enough Mr Zidane daydreams about Gea.
A secretary knocked on Mr. Zidane's door.
"What's wrong?" tanyanya lazy. Just wanted to relax and his secretary came.
"Sir, there's a guest from company x."
"Okay, just tell me to wait for me to come down." The secretary nodded and closed the door again.
Zidane was upset. How not, he will have lunch instead there are guests who come not knowing the time. Forced Mr. Zidane also closed the provision back.
The client of company x is a very potential client. Where they've invested most of the shares in Mr. Zidane's company.
"Good day, sir," greeted the messenger with a fluffy smile
Mr. Zidane nodded and then allowed to sit on the sofa that was already available.
They talked about the continuation of cooperation between the companies. From the conversation they both can be concluded if Mr. Zidane agrees if the company is back to cooperate with Zidane's company.
*
By nightfall the sun began to sink slowly and the earth was covered by darkness. Some lights in the city have been lit to illuminate the streets of road users who continue to pass by alternately. Gea glanced at the rainy hours at 07:00 pm but Mr Zidane has not yet returned home. Today, both of Mr. Zidane's parents went abroad, said Mbak Ranti, mama and papa Mr. Zidane also often went abroad because they have a culinary business abroad there. The more here Gea was more amazed it turned out that Mr. Zidane was not only a successful young businessman who had owned the company but both parents were also successful.
Maybe because both of Mr. Zidane's parents are not there then for this family dinner was abolished so the task of rich and Mbak Ranti getting lighter because just waiting until Mr. Zidane home.
As is the custom he has been doing for a long time and Zidane was overtime at the company until 10:00 p.m. This is an opportunity if his parents are not at home then he will exert his energy to work in the company, no matter until any important hours his company can go forward and succeed.
Gea who was waiting at the dinner table almost fell asleep. His eyes are heavy to open. Several times he had already yawned his eyes were getting red and watery. The longer his eyes narrowed and he fell asleep at the dinner table.
