Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

The Brilliant Next Midfielder

Jeje's face was still grim, as Harris led her into the study. He doesn't even think about anything right now, but he's usually most afraid of being taken to his papa's study. Punishment is never in this house, only sometimes every mischief they do will end up in the room. Jeje is certainly the most frequent visitor to the place with a lot of complaints and also advice that fills his ears.

"You know why papa brought you here?"

Jeje raised her originally sad face and lowered her head, forcing her consciousness to regroup and examine what her father had said. Why else would it be? He clearly just said full of jokes just now, but does this have to be his warning? Jeje let out a long, deep sigh, filling the cavity in his chest that seemed to be filled with burden.

"Jeje isn't just kidding Pa, the time until it has to be brought here?" It seems that he is very lazy to deal with serious people who are difficult to joke with and usually the papa is happy to chim in his jokes. Gosh, is this also related to the acute purity of a Harris to Akira? Secretly, Jeje sneered.

Harris raised his eyebrows as his smile crept up, "so you think this is still related to that one?" Jeje nodded and it made Harris laugh softly. "of course not, Je ... papa doesn't want you to drop a high-class love slave if only such a thing should be discussed behind Mama's back."

"Yeah ...," Jeje said. "Isn't he a woman-worshiping father?" he murmured full of accusations.

Harris pretended to be deaf to the full accusation of the truth, his hands busy picking something out of a drawer under his desk. "So your interest is still fixed on the ball?" A brown envelope landed on the table separating the two of them.

Jeje frowned as her curious hand touched the envelope. "This is what, Pa?" Instead of answering, Jeje looked at her questionable father.

"If you still like balls, you better show your abilities to your mama. You know, papa got snapped when discussing a hobby that you want to make the profession. Your mama really doesn't want you to be in that field." Harris sighed, whether this was a good thing or not, but Jeje must have considered the objections of her mother.

"Well, have you ever talked to your mom?" Jeje dumbfounded instead of playing. He never showed really his hobby, afraid that his mother would let out all the fear and anticipation before he felt the atmosphere of the green field.

"Yeah .. and if you still want to be a footballer, then go with that selection. Although not a big club, but the selection for the under 16 team is very concerned by the representatives of the giant team of this country. I know you are intentionally not using connections, so that your talents are seen and you are proud of your own achievements. Do you mind if papa arranges like this?"

Jeje nodded enthusiastically and smiled happily. "Jeje agrees with what you've decided. And it's actually a selection that Jeje's going to follow, but papa's been busy lately, so I don't think it's necessary to go through this kind of selection."

"Yes .. You see, right? Uncle Johan is abroad and he may not intend to come back to us after—papa sure that there is a transfer of shares and handover position, Uncle Johan becomes the heir of Dermacorp." There was a sad tone full of shakes coming out of the man's lips and Jeje caught it clearly. However, Harris was as quick as a wink, regained his firmness and focused on the discussion with Jeje.

"So papa will grant your request to watch league one in Japan if you succeed at your best in that selection. No need to become a main squad, but just join the team. Papa keeps asking you to learn and practice balance without forgetting anything else." Harris.

Jeje was out of breath for a while, she just rewinded her head with an expression of pleasure shock, then she jumped up to scatter in her papa arms. "Prepare to do it, Capt!" tekik Jeje behind Harris's head.

My dad is the best.

"Nr ...!" Harris returned his son's embrace with repeated pats on the back. "Don't let me know this, Boy .. or papa will suffer with the hostile aura of your mama!"

"Ready, understood, Captain!" Jeje took off her embrace and still smiled broadly. "Thank you, Pa ... Jeje will do her best not to disappoint papa!"

"What?" Jeje who again observed the envelope was in disgust. "Is Jen like this?" he mumbled in disbelief. More precisely he did not realize that the behavior of the two of them was almost the same.

Harris chirped, "no need to wonder anymore, right?"

"Yeah!" Jeje breathed a sigh of resignation until his shoulder dropped. "I went to my room, Pa. .. want to take a look at this first before filing this tomorrow!" Jeje's hand shook the brown envelope in front of the father.

"Nr ...!" Harris let his son out, while he will return to struggling with other work that has not been resolved just to inform his son about the limited selection of a football club. Harris considered, the club often gave birth to brilliant footballers who shine, and unfortunately if the talent of his son will be in vain if he does not develop it.

Not to forget he cursed Johan before opening the laptop and starting his job. "Did she nest until she forgot me?" Harris smiled grimly. "Basic to Old Man!"

Harris' hand couldn't bear to not send Johan a message to upset Johan.

"Don't forget the powerful medicine! Afraid tomorrow gout fry!"

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Stop by my other work, gangs, definitely not less exciting than Papa Harris

See you, there🥰