My Crazy Client's

CHAPTER 9

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Mira pegs her face in the mirror. "Geez, why don't I realize this?" he muttered as he looked carefully at the red-colored scar on his neck. If the taxi driver hadn't asked, "sorry lady, was your neck stung by a bee?" maybe Mira will never notice that red mark on her neck.

The driver's words were polite enough to tell Mira the former - the red marks on her neck that did look like bee stings. But the driver's words had succeeded in making Mira's face red with embarrassment. "Damn it, it's all because of that jerk" Mira grumbled.

Then Mira scooped a towel and immediately darted into the bathroom to clean herself. He needs a bath to refresh his body. Taking a shower can make the mind calm.

After taking a shower, Mira immediately dressed as neatly as possible by wearing an ash-and-gray suit combined with a matching skirt seven centimeters above the knee and a white shirt and black heels.

Then Mira put on as thin a makeup as possible on her face, but on the part of her neck sprinkled the powder was quite thick. When he finished, he let out a long sigh without spirit. He recalled in his mind all the problems and calamities that had befallen him. "Why is my life like this? Now it feels too hard to live like nothing happened. What am I supposed to do?" mumbling Mira.

An empty expression envelops Mira whenever she remembers all the misfortune that befell her life. Now he's really confused what to do.

A few seconds later, after feeling quite calm, Mira stepped into the kitchen. He's hungry. He should eat. He needs energy to be able to face today which will be quite busy. More than that, he needs energy to deal with his life problems.

Mira takes the food in the refrigerator, turns on the stove and heats the food. When it was finished, Mira immediately devoured the food like a starving person who had not eaten for 3 days. Greedier.

After eating and drinking, Mira glanced once again at her appearance in the mirror. His appearance is neat and impressive. Time to go. He then immediately grabbed his briefcase and stepped out of the apartment towards the department store.

***

Arifin. "Before we go, maybe we should enjoy lunch first, Mr. George. If you don't mind, of course."

"Yes, sure. To be honest it's a good idea" said George stiffly. Then he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, usually I don't like this, I mean umm..."

"It's okay." cut Arifin quickly. "there are things that don't need to be explained but can be understood."

Arifin's right. But George was unable to return the man's words because things had turned awkward.

A waiter came carrying a tray containing various types of food and served it at the table. If possible, George would thank this servant who indirectly saved himself from this embarrassing awkward situation.

"Please enjoy your meal, Mr. George." said Arifin right after the waiter finished serving the food.

"Yes, thank you."

A moment later, after finishing his first meal, George finally let out his voice trying to change the situation. "I heard you just got married. Sorry I just found out so I didn't prepare anything for your wedding gift."

"It's okay." Arifin smiled. "honestly I've tried so hard that my marriage is not known to the public, but it doesn't seem to work." There was a slight pause. "my wedding was only attended by a large family, some close relatives and employees of my company. Sorry I didn't invite you, Mr. George. I did not know that you would come to Indonesia earlier than our scheduled meeting." continued Arifin.

"Oh, it's okay. Congratulations on your marriage. May you always be happy." said George sincerely.

While enjoying lunch, they chat lightly like when George arrived in Indonesia, how his trip and a little chat about work.

***

Ten minutes before arriving at Golds counter, Arifin hurriedly contacted Mira to immediately welcome their arrival at the door.

Mira gets ready soon. He walked to the door and approached Adel, one of the store employees. "We have to welcome a client from New York, his name is Mr. George Goldsmith's. Notice the neatness of your clothes and show a smile as wide as possible." Mira ordered Adel.

Adel nodded and headed straight for the shop door.

Still from a distance Mira had seen her boss with two tall and well-built men. It is certain that the two men are their clients from New York.

"Prepare" Mira told Adel.

Mira and Adel cross paths and bow slightly while greeting, "Welcome, Mr. George Goldsmith."

George smiled as if he was moved by the welcome.

"Thank you" he said in his distinctive voice.

Mira seemed to know that voice. Then he looked up to the man who spoke earlier while smiling as wide as possible. For ten full seconds Mira stared at the man without blinking. The next second Mira's fading smile was replaced with a mouth agape in surprise. "You're Mr. George Goldsmith ?"

Arifin cleared his throat and looked at Mira with displeased look.

Mira looked at Arifin and gulped with difficulty. "I'm sorry, Mr. George Goldsmith's. My behavior is impolite, forgive me" Mira said with a bowed face. "Come, please come in." continued the woman.

Mira's body was shaking. Last night his sight and hearing were blurred. But not with his brain. He could still remember the facial lines of the man who took away his virginity. Mira remembered how the man's voice was. Baritone voice. Mira remembers how the man hugged her, kissed her and braved her. When he looked at the man fixedly, he was sure of one hundred percent Mr. George Goldsmith is that jerk.

Now all Mira has in mind is to run away. But he knew it was impossible. He is a worker who is responsible for his work.And here he must accompany their boss and clients. So, there is no better way to get away from the man than to quickly get this job done.

First - Mira explained all the activities of the employees in the store, starting from their working hours, how they display all Golds products, and how they display all Golds products, how they handle complaints and Mira explained the various programs they have created to reap as much profit as possible from the sales of Golds brand.

As Mira explained, George always looked at her with unusual eyes. But Mira ignored the man's view so that he did not misbehave. Mira took a deep breath, then continued speaking. It was the only way to make himself strong to be close to the man. Finally Arifin provides a document (contains a report on the sale of Golds products).

Mira cleared her throat. "Maybe we should move to the VIP room, sir." suggested Mira to Arifin.

Arifin nodded. "May also."

"Let's get to a more comfortable place" Mira said to everyone and immediately escorted them to the VIP room. After opening the door Mira said, "Please come in, Mr. George and Mr. ..."

"Steve's."

"Yes, please come in Mr. Steve's." Steve."

When everyone was in the room, Mira pulled away and was about to leave but the baritone's voice stopped her steps. "Where are you going, Miss Miranda ?"

Mira turned around and said stiffly. "I'll prepare coffee or tea or whatever for you."

"no need. Notnot now. You better stay here" said George flatly. There was a commanding tone in his words.

Arifin looked at the man then turned to Mira with a suspicious look. Then Arifin cleared his throat. "Sorry if I'm sassy. But if I can tell, do you and Mira already know each other?" ask George Arifin.

George pulled the corner of his lips slightly up and said, "To be honest, yes. And even we have more relationships than getting to know each other."

Mira's annoyed. Really - really fucking this guy, grunts him in the heart. How could he answer his boss's questions bluntly - blakkan like that ?

"If you don't mind, can I have some time to speak to Miss Miranda in person ?"

"It doesn't need to be like that" Mira quickly charged. "I mean, we can talk here Mr. George."." - George."

Arifin ignored the words Mira. "Of course you can, Mr. George." said Arifin. "If he agrees."

"Of course she agreed, didn't she Miss Miranda ?" George looked at Mira with a fierce look.

Mira shuddered at the man's gaze. "I - yes" he stuttered. "However, I still have to finish the job until tonight. So..."

"It's okay." cut George quick. "I'll pick you up at a hit..."

"Six o'clock," continued Mira.

"Yes, six o'clock."

Next to George's eyebrows raised arrogantly, his fierce gaze always managed to tame the beasts. That woman was one of them. While Mira can only resign again with everything that happened.

That guy is amazing. Incredibly crazy.

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