MR. BILLIONAIRE'S LOVE PRISON
Chicken Porridge Breakfast
Dominique woke up with her panda eyes, her blanket on the floor.
huh, shit because I thought there was a demon, all night so can't sleep.
Dominique walked lazily out of her room while yawning widely and stretching her hands up.
"What a Hope. . "
He went into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
"Have a go"
He walked out, lazy,
out the narrow alley of his house.
The porridge porridge buyer, Dominique ordered the porridge and sat down together with the others.
From across the street, there was a luxury car watching Dominique's movements.
Someone from the windshield of his car, which he deliberately lowered to clearly see Dominique..
"Hey.. John, what is it" He frowned irritatedly.
"Chicken porridge Master"
"I know, I know,
I mean, the clothes he wears..
why would he come out wearing that shirt"
his grunts were getting upset.
"That's a master negligee, the motif is hello kitty"
John replied to his master from the rearview mirror.
"Yes, yes.why is he out wearing clothes like that..
his face was thin and minimal again, and look at it. he smiled sweetly with his man in front of him.. "
his comments were getting upset.
Ouch...Mr. Haiden.. You always act like this when you're dealing with Miss Dominique. John's complaint is heartened.
"Are we going down, sir,
maybe you want to say hello, you haven't seen Miss Dominique in a long time"
bargain John, will open the door to his car.
"No, not not now, I'm not ready" Haiden replied.
"we're staying here, sir"
"Not really, no,
just have someone regular watch him"
"Have you, for these ten years, twenty-four hours, as there was an order"
"Back in the office, we start the meeting, I want to know the condition of the company after ten years I've left"
"Good Sir"
The glass closed and the car started to run, leaving Dominique still enjoying her breakfast.
. . . .
Time shows at 11 p.m,
ready to go to work.
Today's schedule is Dominique's day shift.
He walked out of his house,
the distance from home to work is actually not too far away,
but because Dominique walked to the angkot stop, waiting for the angkot, not yet ngetem angkot, looking for passengers and traffic jams can take an hour and a half to get to her workplace.
Dominique can actually ride an online motorcycle but make her fare too expensive, he said,
so he can't be irritable to other needs..
And before leaving for work Dominique always took the time to bring provisions, Yes. even though the contents are only rice, instant fried noodles and omelet, omelet,
make Dominique the most luxurious food..
Half an hour and a half Dominique had arrived in front of the four-story shophouse.
Dominique works at a Cake Shop or Cake Shop.
The front shop is available for parking the visitors. Security area cake shop is always on guard and sometimes helps parking the visitors.
"Good day, Miss Ocha"
greet Dominique on one of the security women when she came and was checking the body and fill Dominique bag before entering her work area.
"Siang also mbak Domi, eh. mbak Domi already know yet the same incident last night mbak Sophie?"
ask Ms. Ocha who immediately gossiped.
"No, ma'am, what's wrong? Sophie also did not tell me anything about me" I replied a little curious as well.
"That's moh mbak.. I also know from our next door neighbor's shophouse, she said she was an angkot last night with Sophie, she said her angkot got a sore last night"
continue Ms. Ocha
"Strue ma'am..trus how is Sophie Bu? " I'm the one who's worried right away.
"Sophie's sister today did not enter mbak.masih syock, but,
his girlfriend came along with his doctor's letter"
"oh. that's it Mom, thanks for the info, I'll call Sophie on break, please,
I went in first ma'am, afraid I haven't changed uniforms.. "
my words rushed in.
. . . .
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