Mafia Hunters

Boby

The sound of my suitcase trolley accompanies the sound of my high-heeled voice and the soles of the leather shoes that Boby wears. We were walking briskly down the side yard of Zidane Arkana's mansion.

"Normally Mr. Zidane doesn't talk to new people!" said Zidane's bodyguard, who had welcomed me.

"It's better not to talk to, than to talk to someone like that!" I said sepontan.

"You're right! You'd better avoid Mr. Zidane as much as you can!" said the man.

Why did he support me, when I grumbled about his employer.

"How I avoided it, I am now his personal assistant as well as his personal lawyer!" my spoken.

I feel comfortable and weird, because I feel comfortable talking to this guy.

"It's hard too!" muttered.

He who had originally walked hand in hand with me, suddenly stepped faster ahead of me.

In front of us there is a house building that is quite large, although not as luxurious as the main house.

"Ohhh yes we have not been acquainted!" said Zidane's personal bodyguard with a sweet smile.

I was silent for a moment, because this person's expression and friendliness were far from what I expected. I've met Zidane's bodyguards a lot. Usually he is always cold and decisive when in charge of escorting Zidane.

"You can call me Boby!" said.

"Ohhhhh!" I was shocked from my back.

"We'll both stay here!" said Boby.

"Heh two???" I was surprised at once.

"Yes, just me and you! The others stay behind!" Boby.

"You're not at home with Mr Zidane?" my many.

"He lived alone in that big house! He likes to be alone!" answer Boby.

After entering the door password, the door of the house opened.

"Let's go in!" boby said with a very cheerful tone.

The mafia is synonymous with the many bodyguards that accompany her wherever she goes. Guarded by mighty men with muscular muscles throughout the body, whether he is literate or asleep.

But this one Mafia, seems to have a hobby that is much different from most Mafia.

I shouldn't have thought about this little thing, about his life habits and the strangeness of his attitude was his own business.

"You don't mind, do you? Stay the same as me?" boby asked, which surprised me a little.

My daydreams were elsewhere, and Boby's questions were very manipulative. Getting me to make up my own will be the max and purpose of the dashing man's question.

"If you don't mind, we can have a romance too!" continued Boby.

"Please, work professionally!" my spoken.

I went straight ahead of him, towards the living room.

"Sorry! I thought you were a flexible person, but you're the same feet as Mr. Zidane!" Boby.

"Don't equate me with your Master!" I said. The most beautiful face must have been clearly on my face.

He was silent, probably out of fear of the seriousness within me.

I am not a woman who can be suppressed by others. There are so many exciting events that have happened in my life. Makes my mind and body too strong, beyond the term 'blaming'.

"You can choose the room, as you want!" Boby said in a formal tone and language.

It turned out that Zidane's bodyguards were smart enough to cope with this kind of situation. There's no way a fool can be recruited into a Mafia bodyguard.

"All right!" I said with great dignity as well.

"But you better get ready. Because Mr. Zidane is leaving for the office soon!" said Boby.

"I'm ready! Just put my suitcase in there!" I said while pointing at the empty living room.

"Okay, Miss Jane!" said Boby in a smooth and firm tone.

I immediately carry my handbag which is quite large, I have a lot to carry.

I know what Zidane needs, even though for the first time I worked as the Secretary to the Vice President Director. Who else if it wasn't for Brother Brian telling me, that man was indeed the savior of my life.

A minute later, I was next to the luxury BMW that Zidane used to drive.

I have faith, from the past. If I'd been able to ride this amazing car.

Not because of the greatness of the brand or the luxury of design and price. But because of the owner, I have high hopes for the owner of this car.

My heart was pounding so hard at the thought of sitting next to the cruelest Mafia in the world.

Today he was wearing a very elegant dark blue suit. In addition to the suit made in Europe, the wearer also has a very proportional body shape without disability. Making anyone who looked at him intimidated with the aura of a ruthless leader.

Without seeing me, Zidane got into the car. I immediately followed him, even though he was sitting in the back seat and I was next to the driver who was none other than Boby.

"Randomize my schedule today!" zidane said with a hoarse and heavy voice.

"Today, you have a meeting with the mining foremen of Arkana Mine at 10 am.

"Hour 11 meting with Sandbox.

"Hour 2 mete CrondFood.

"Hour 4 you should attend the Arkana Group shareholders meeting" I said quickly and clearly.

10 Minutes since I read Mr. Zidane's schedule, but I didn't hear a single sound from behind.

I was curious to move my head, looking for his reflection from the mirror of a lion located at the top of the middle of the car.

My eyes were stunned, that ferocious face with a sinister aura looked so innocent and adorable while asleep. Zidane fell asleep in the passenger seat.

My eyes are still peering along the corner of the middle piece of glass. Zidane's face really drew my net to keep looking at him.

The shape of his eyes that are closed like a line of equator decorated with a row of shadows. His nose is protruding like a prosoton in kindergarten, and his lips are not thin but also not thick.

His jaw was firm, his facial line that turned out to be quite sweet while sleeping.

I don't know why that blend made me unable to turn my attention to Zidane.

"What do you see?" asked Boby in a whisper.

"Akhhhh!" I replied, in a slightly high tone from shock.

"Don't be loud Mr. Zidane is sleeping!" Boby snaps at me in a whisper.

"Sorry!" I whispered too.

"Can you shut up?" a rough-pitched hoarse voice that was very creepy, was again heard.

"Sorry, right...!" my words are not finished.

"Stttttt!" Zidane told me to shut up, I spoke 1000 languages.

I was afraid of him and then suddenly became obedient. Although my eyes still looked at his face from the middle of the sepion.

What's wrong with me???

Why am I like this???

What is going on inside my chest???

Why did my chest suddenly beat so fast???

My daydream stopped, because we had reached the Arkana Group's central building. Where all the other Arkana Group Directors and executives work.

It turned out that my consciousness was still there, I immediately descended. Boby came down first, opened the door for Zidane.

Her cute face while asleep was back in an elegant ferocious aura.

Zidane was really great, in just two years. This man made Arkana Group into a giant Asian company.

Arkana Group was ranked number one, as the largest company in Asia 20 years ago. But the last 20 years, Arkana Group suffered many losses in business, its position has been shifted by many new companies.

But to take the top spot again is very easy for Zidane.