
đź’—SINOPSISđź’—
Ambrosia Heart or commonly called Ann, is a beautiful beautiful woman with a brilliant brain and very competent in her work. He was often verbally abused by his former bosses.
Because of the trauma of it, while working on his eighth boss—Ny. Roxanne Levine, a female conglomerate in Sydney who is extraordinarily talented in business, Ann transforms herself into a visually unattractive cupu-looking secretary.
Ann who feels at home working with Roxanne also hopes her work this time will last forever. Until one day, the only son of Roxanne—Alexander Benigno Delwyn Levine or commonly called Alex Levine decided to return to Sydney to start taking over his mother's company, so that the mother can retire at the time she wants.
But since Alex's arrival, it's as if Ann's peace in the office is gone. Faced with a handsome boss every day, Ann spends most of her time avoiding Alex. Unfortunately it makes Alex curious and instead turned to chase after him.
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The Secretary
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Geck. Geck.
After knocking on the sturdy wooden door twice, Ann pushed the antique carved iron handle in front of her and bent her head between the open doors.
"You called me, Roxy?" ask Ann politely to her boss.
Roxanne Levine, the only female conglomerate in Australia known for her amazing business talent, sits behind the table of her greatness. Peering at his flagship secretary from behind his sagging glasses.
"Come in, Ann!" his orders while putting the pen and documents he held onto the table.
Ann nodded once and pushed the door further open. His steps must be when approaching the big boss who has been almost two years of being his boss.
The 27-year-old young woman hiding behind conservative clothes and thick black-framed glasses stopped her steps exactly one and a half meters in front of the President Director's desk.
Roxanne Levine stood up from her seat, leaning against a glass wall in her opulent office and located on the top floor of the Aurora Place Building, in central Sydney to observe her confidant.
"There are some important points you should do for me today, Ann!"
Ann smiled at the knot and then activated the notepad screen that she always carried everywhere. The opening of the Polaris office application that he usually uses to store important records in his work notepad.
Like this time, when Boss Roxanne asked him to take down the key points of his duties today. "I'm ready, mom," Ann exclaimed in her calm demeanor.
Roxanne has always been fascinated by the natural attitude of the girl before her. Calm and professional. As far as her knowledge was concerned, everything that existed in an Ambrosia Heart was so dazzling to her.
Regardless of the way the girl dressed herself when in the office or when she was out of the office, as long as she did it for a job, Ann would always look nerdy but still look professional.
But secretly Roxanne knows how the real figure of an Ambrosia Heart. Although from the beginning of the recruitment interview, Ann had been wearing her cup mask, but Roxanne who had already investigated Ann's background found the facts about the girl's true appearance.
Likewise with the reason why now Ann prefers to look cupu rather than indulge in natural beauty.
"Good, Mam!" Ann typed in quickly and waited for her boss to continue.
"Second," continued Roxanne with intonation that was still as firm as before, "I decided to so take the set of emerald jewelry that was offered by Pawn Stone at that time. But, I want proof of validity on the papers of authenticity or the transaction is canceled."
"I think it's manageable, it just takes extra time to check it out." Ann estimated while writing in her notepad.
"No problem, Ann. I don't need it to wear it anytime soon anyway, I just want to have it as one of my collections."
Ann nodded in understanding, her fingers stopped moving to wait for the next point. When the boss did not immediately continue, Ann looked at the woman who was almost the same age as her late mother questioningly. "Has it all, Roxy?"
"Almost, Ann. Almost..."
Ann is the only executive at Levine Enterprises who calls the company's number one 'Roxy'.
Roxanne allows it because she really likes Ambrosia Heart as her secretary and as a person who is so brilliant in her eyes.
"Last and most importantly..." Roxanne returned to the glare-coated glass wall and looked out gloomily.
Time to get serious, he warned himself. He did not want to be rash but he also did not want to lose something so valuable to him than anything in this world.
"Last but most important." Roxanne repeated in a loud voice, "I want you to find a professional private detective, Ann!"
Ann blinked her eyes from behind those thick-looking non-minus glasses. "Sorry can you repeat, Mom?" ask Ann with doubt.
"No, you didn't hear me wrong, Ann! I did ask you to find a private detective, who is very skilled in his field, and very reliable, who is professional to the point that he must have managed to find something that is not even possible," roxanne answered with fury.
"Sorry, Roxy! But if I may know, what's that impossible thing you're looking for?" Ann again asked after being able to return her poker face expression.
Roxanne's back moody. After a slow sigh and a loud snort, he said, "I want to cancel my son's wedding plans with his fiancee because I don't like the woman. But I also don't want to hurt Alex so blatantly, so I want you to help me investigate that con woman's weakness so I can make her leave my Alex for good."
Ann's flickering fingers drifted through the air, above the latest output notepad Roxanne had bought for her to make her job easier.
Fortunately, Ann was still conscious enough to keep her left hand holding an expensive electronic item that was worth three times her monthly salary. The girl's eyes were round, round her lips that resembled the letter 'O' while she was gawking.
Ann was unable to speak, nor was she able to make up the last point that came out of her superior's mouth. Roxanne's words echoed in her ears, but were not clear enough to be accepted by her left brain.
After a few seconds, finally, only one sentence managed to slide from Ann's lips to respond to the order from the President Director.
"You must be kidding me" Ann replied.
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To Be Continue's....