My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 90: Unlucky Alva

A bright morning dawned. The blue sky greeted, and the sound of dense streets rang out as the balcony windows opened.

In bed, Alva slowly opened her eyes. Securing his vision with sunlight that slipped from the gap of the curtain slightly opened. Rising to take a sitting position, Alva turned off the table lamp beside her and yawned before stretching her body to flex her stiff muscles after a night of sleep in an uncomfortable position. Alva looked at the table clock, showing it at eight in the morning.

Arana frowned, calling out to Arana.

"Darling?" call him.

There is no lawfulness, so most likely Arana has not returned from her Civic place. Alva grabs her phone to see a message from Arana. [Al, I'm sorry. I woke up later today and couldn't come back because I had morning classes. Sorry I can't make you breakfast. I've bought some bread in the drawer, and there's some jam, too. You can eat it as breakfast.]

[I'll start my class, see you later, baby.]

Alva replied, but there was no other reply. Arana said she was going to start class, so surely Arana was studying and couldn't open her phone when she was in class. Alva puts down her phone, feeling a little bored with solitude even though it's only been one night without Arana. Alva got up, put on her slippers and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, Alva came out with a black shirt attached to her athletic body. The shirt is combined with dark gray pants that look charming to wear. After using a watch, combing her mane, spraying perfume and wrapping her shirt in a gray suit matching her pants, Alva stepped down towards the basement and waited for Erlan to come pick her up, like normal days.

Actually not because Alva too much trouble Erlan, but because Erlan's apartment is indeed farther than Alva's apartment. Erlan always passes through Alva's apartment and she picks up and drops off Alva.

After all, as an assistant, it includes his duties, although not entirely mandatory.

He took his cell phone and called Erlan. "Lan, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Over there Erlan answered quickly. [Sorry boss, today can't pick up. I didn't come back last night and stay at the office. But take it easy, I already told the company driver to pick up.]

Alva's forehead creased slightly, but in the end he muttered nonchalantly and then hung up the phone along with a car that came. The car has the company logo, and is indeed a company car.

"Sir, please go up."

The driver got off and opened the door for Alva. Alva then stepped in and sat in the passenger seat quietly while occasionally looking at her phone. It appears to read pdf and files sent by email for checking. Ten minutes later, he had reached his company and he stepped down to head for the loby.

There was nothing strange, and everyone was also doing their respective activities calmly. Alva employees are people who are selected based on their quality. And they are naturally professional workers who do not have to pretend to work and bestow all their work on their subordinates. Here, it is precisely the seniors really guide their juniors so that the juniors are more understanding and understanding about the work they need to do. Inculcation of discipline and self-awareness is instilled from the beginning they enter the company, and they do not have to worry about disputes among workers.

That is what makes Alva company able to become the most advanced company in the business world.

Alva occasionally nodded, replying to the greetings of his employees who passed by him. With a flat face, Alva stepped into her room and sat herself down.

Not long after Alva had sat down, the door was knocked, and his secretary stepped in quietly. Her sister is a 21-year-old young woman. Her face was beautiful, with a kind and stern personality. Alva accepted him as her secretary because of his competence and workmanship.

"Sir, there are some documents that need to be signed" he said, "This is from the promotion department."

Alva nodded. "Bring here."

Then, Siska handed over the paper, but her hand accidentally nudged the tea glass that in an instant, rolled over and spilled the Alva's soy sauce. The man immediately rose in surprise, while Siska segere curled her lips.

Alva's face cooled down, yet she said nothing but fine. Siska immediately said, "That .. should I buy you a new suite?"

Alva. "No need."

Siska silently nodded, and left after hearing Alva's orders. Alva opened the wall closet in the break room in his room, but he frowned when there was no suit stored in it. If he remembered, there should have been some clothes stored here as a spare suit in case something happened like today, however, why was there not even one outfit?

He let out a heavy sigh and returned to his desk to retrieve his cell phone. He was about to contact Erlan, when he realized that the call could not be connected because the other number was busy. Maybe Erlan is calling someone?

He tried it again after some time, and in the end, Erlan's number remained busy.

Alva was astonished, and resentfully tried to contact her back, she found that her number was blocked. This development left Alva dumbfounded, and her manic looked confused and disbelieving at her phone. Did Erlan accidentally press the block button? If it is true, why after some time Erlan did not go unblock it?

He gave up, picked up the office phone on the desk and called the service department. A moment before he was about to speak, there was a quick voice across. [Hello? Forgive us! But at this time we were troubled by running out of workers because everyone had diarrhea! We will try to get back in time to prepare coffee and tea!]

After that, the call ended. Alva was stunned again, with the phone still perched near her ear.

Alva's mood suddenly turned bad. Seeing his dirty clothes, he put on a face cooler than usual and was forced to return to the apartment to clean himself.

He returned the phone to his place a little loudly before stepping in with an unpleasant aura around him.

Its upper appearance was still charming, yet if people lowered their gazes, they would find a large stain on his right thigh. Alva felt the stares of her employees, and her clenched hands held back the resentment and shame. Often, he looks clean and neat, as a leader, Alva should exemplify that to his employees, but at this time his own appearance is messy because of coffee.

Alva stepped up hurriedly, snatching the keys of the company car hanging beside the receptionist table and ignoring the respectful greeting of the receptionist. As soon as he entered his car, Alva could breathe a sigh of relief.

"It feels uncomfortable" he murmured, "Sticking."

The tea he drank earlier used milk and caramel which made the tea quite sweet. The caramel quickly dries and makes the feet feel sticky and it brings discomfort when the wet cloth rubs against the skin of his feet. He ignored his discomfort and drove his car out of his company area.

On the road, when he was about to turn, someone first suddenly appeared and made him brake suddenly. Too bad his action made the car behind Alva did not have time to brake and hit Alva's car quite hard. Alva looked back grimly and surprised.

"Damn!" hisses.

"Hey! Out you!" yelled at the man who had just got out of the car behind him.

Alva let out a cold sigh and tried to calm her heart before she stepped out and spoke politely to the man in front of her. "I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally. There was someone who appeared suddenly in front of me, just now."

"Sorry?! Damn it, do you know how much my car is worth?! Five hundred million! Can you replace it?!" angry snapped. Manik Alva coldly glanced at the car that hit his car, and his heart became even colder and irritated.

Liar, the price of the car was no more than a hundred million.