Love Story of Irene

First day of work

Irene was now standing again in front of a tall building towering into the luxurious sky of the Central Group. Today is his first day at work. His appearance was very good according to him. Yesterday after the hugging and hurrah with Ivone, Ivone immediately invited Irene to a small shopping. Of course Irene wasn't feeling good about spending her sister's money anyway. Irene just bought some work shoes, hair accessories, earrings, pretty bracelets, make-up, a few pieces of clothing. And now the new stuff was already stuck in his body.

Irene walked over with a happy smile. He glanced at his cute watch, there were still ten minutes left he thought. He was about to be blocked by the heavy-bodied security, suddenly someone came out of the turnstile.

"Let this lady come in! From today he is the secretary of the young master."

" I'm sorry, we don't know Sam's secretary. Please miss.." Security-security was bowing its head and giving way.

Yakkk, this polar lord is really handsome and dashing. This time I really dared to look at him. Does he want to welcome me??

"Let's miss, please.."

"Hhh he, sorry sir." Why am I dumbassing anyway.

Irene just followed behind. All the employees lowered their heads in respect to Sam's secretary while glancing mysteriously at Irene. Secretary Sam takes Irene into the elevator and presses the floor number of the destination, only the two of them are inside. The elevator moved, nobody spoke. Only the sound of their breathing was heard.

They arrived at the 50th floor. Irene had never been to this floor before. His feet trembled slightly as this was the first time he had set foot on a floor this high.

Secretary Sam took Irene's footsteps into the open room. The interior design of the room was very luxurious according to Irene. A large and round worktable, a giant hanging lamp, there was also a white orchid flower on a small table beside the work chair. In front of the work desk there is a sofa attached to the wall that is certainly soft, behind the work chair there is an arrangement of books and important documents. And no less amazing on the right of the workbench there is a large glass that penetrates the view into space. Irene was so amazed.

"Miss Irene, this is your workspace. Hope you're comfortable."

"Thank you very much, sir. I really like this room." Irene's expression looked very happy.

"I'll stay first." Secretary Sam walked into a room.

Irene gulped repeatedly. He sat on the sofa staring in admiration at the room. Moments later, Sam's secretary came with documents. Irene reflex standing up.

"Please do this document in Microsoft Excel in 30 minutes." Secretary Sam handed over the documents.

"This room is now your workspace. Please do not hesitate. If you want to ask something or need something, you can dial the XX number through your work phone there. That number will connect to my desk."

"Good sir." Irene

"Miss, don't call me sir. You can call me secretary Sam just like the others."

"Good secretary Sam." You should also not call me miss.

Secretary Sam passed.

Irene headed to her work chair. It's cozy. He told me to do this document. Crazy, this is crazy. It's a lot of paperwork and he's only given me 30 minutes. Is he testing my typing speed? Yeah, he must be testing me. I can't be as fast as he wants.

Irene began to struggle with the laptop keyboard that was already available on her desk.

Thirty minutes later.

Secretary Sam walked out of his room.

"Have you finished it, miss?"

"Sorry sir there are fifteen more." Irene replied bowed after counting the rest of the document sheets. He tried as hard as he could to finish it.

"alright. I'll be kind enough to give you four more days starting today. Use that time well, miss. Young master does not like people whose work is slow. Here's the meeting agenda later. Please you learn. Ten minutes we're going to the meeting room." Irene accepted the agenda.

What is kind. It's called torture. Especially in the four days.

"Miss, this is your name tag." Secretary Sam handed the thing over. "From now onwards you can arrange the schedule of the young master for the next week."

"All right I understand. But I have a question secretary Sam?"

"Say miss."

"Sorry, which young master is Sam's secretary?" Irene asked because since then the room that read Presidential Director Room on the left of her desk was closed tightly no one came out and entered.

"Oh yes I haven't told you. The young master is in XX country. He wants to go down directly to the company there and clean up the mess.

"Like that, Secretary Sam."

"Are there any more questions, miss?"

"No secretary Sam, thank you." For now I have not dared to ask much secretary Sam. In my head, there are many questions, especially about those of you who know me.

"You can go home now, miss. Working hours are over. Don't forget your pr." Secretary Sam went back to his room.

Ahh you always warned me pr that secretary Sam.

In apartment

"How was your first day at work Irene?"

"Lumayan smoothly brother. All the employees in the company were very busy and painstaking in their respective fields." Think back to how busy the people in the company were.

"You should be like them too." Ivone while cooking dinner.

"I can definitely brother."

"How's your leg? Are you blisters again?"

"Yes, sister, I've smeared the ointment you bought first."

Irene grabbed the phone from inside her briefcase and contacted someone.

"Hello uncle good night. How are uncle and aunt and Tia?"

"We're doing fine. How are you and Ivone?"

"We're amazingly good uncle. Yes uncle I want to tell you that now I have been accepted in a well-known company." Irene girang reported.

"Thank God, congratulations, son. Uncle was very happy to hear this good news. Later if there is free time we will visit there."

"Yes uncle, this is all thanks to the unceasing prayers of uncle and aunt."

"You're the spirit of work, Irene."

The call ended after a long conversation.

After dinner Irene immediately took the laptop. He should be able to finish his pr. He does not want to be reminded again about typing speed. Irene was so good at mastering that, that she fell asleep in front of her laptop.