My Fierce Boss's

Late

Slowly the sunlight enters through the window glass that is not covered with curtains. The light was so bright that it made a man who was asleep on the bed wake up from his sleep.

*Drtts

Drtt*

The sound of incoming calls from his phone made him immediately open his eyelids and try to reach for his phone.

"Hello."

"Good day, dear Mr. Fairel. I'm at your door."

"Haa??"

Fairel reflexes sit up with a disheveled face. He kept his phone out of front of his ear to see the name of the caller.

"Siall lo, San! Make people shocked." said Fairel berated his friend.

I heard laughter from across there. "Hahaha. It's morning, Rel. Don't you have to work?"

Fairel paused for a moment then turned towards her wall clock. Suddenly he jumped in shock when he saw a short clock that showed the number 7 and the long needle in the direction of 8.

"5 minutes wait for me in front."

Tutts!

Fairel decided his call was one-sided. His friend just grunted.

5 Minutes later...

Chequelek

"Come, San. I am late." Fairel just left Sandi, his friend who was standing at the door.

"Lahh lahhh. we who wait are even left behind" said Sandi fortunately patient.

"What time did you get home last night?" ask Sandy as they're on their way. The two depart together using Sandi motor, let's just say that Sandi is delivering Fairel. Sandi was his friend in college. Both are overseas kids, so, they decided to make friends.

"Gue can't remember." replied Fairel then stunned perfectly.

"Who brought me home?" he lost half his memory. When he came home and arrived at his boarding house, Fairel was not aware. Then who drove him home?

"Is he?" inner guessed.

"It looks like you have amnesia" Sandi said. His body felt floating because Fairel carried his motorbike with above average speed.

Fairel no longer responds to Sandi's words. His mind was only focused on last night. Perhaps because of the drunken effect he was unable to recall clearly. The last Fairel remembered was when he walked out of the cafe. And after that he could not remember the next incident.

30 Minutes drive finally arrived at the place where Fairel worked. Fairel immediately took off the helmet on her head and gave it to Sandi.

"Thank you, San. I'll go in first."

"Don't rush that. Later even humming." joked Sandi can only shake his head.

"First, San." cried Fairel waving his hand.

"Be careful." Password yelled.

Fairel hastily walked. He raised his left hand to look at the clock on his wrist. "Duhhhh! It's really late" said Fairel grimacing.

The man ran into the office lobby. He rushed towards the fingerprint attendance machine to be absent.

"At 08.15. Late for 15 minutes. Day nine of working for this company."

Deg

"The saying goes, time is money and money is time. Is this the performance of Mr Fairel Atharizz? No discipline, teledor."

Fairel's head was bowed down. Somehow the atmosphere immediately felt gripping.

"If it's just to play around, it's better to leave my company than I am to accommodate an undisciplined employee."

"Sorry." That's all Fairel can say. The rest was just a feeling of guilt in his heart.

Dena, the woman stood before Fairel with her hands crossed in front of her chest. Looks elegant and classy.

"No problem. This time I still give tolerance to last night's party." Dena played her fingernails.

Fairel raised her face and looked at Dena's face with her innocent look.

Meanwhile, Dena who was being stared at like that made her heart pound. Dena snarled, turning her face in any direction. Then he turned his body away from there.

But, not half he stepped suddenly Dena stopped and turned her body.

"Wait for what else? You're really gonna resign?" syndicate Dena.

"ah! T-no." jolted Fairel in shock.

"good. I still need your strength."

Fairel looked closely at Dena's departure. His heart seemed to be pinched. It is true, change is clearly visible in each of them. In the past, all Fairel saw was a big smile and happy laughter and tears. Now, Fairel saw a different side of Dena. Seriously, and maybe Fairel could say a little fiercely. Nothing yet he's been sprayed.

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Lunch break hours have arrived, all employees working in Dena company flocked to the canteen to fill their power. Just like Fairel, since this morning late, he seemed busy at his desk outside Dena's room. Upstairs, maybe they're the only ones who inhabit it. It obviously felt very lonely and Fairel liked it a little bit because he didn't really like mingling with strangers.

"Urghhh... is finally done as well." Fairel stretched her stiff hand muscles from working for hours.

"Hhhhhh!!" the man breathed a long breath and then closed his computer and also important documents.

Fairel walked out of his room which looked transparent. Yup, the door of his study is made of translucent glass. Unlike the door owned by Dena which was made of glass, however, the door was not at all translucent. Both the inside and the outside are invisible.

Fairel did not forget his duty. Didn't he also double as a personal assistant? Ah, that must be very troublesome.

Fairel walked towards Dena's room and knocked on the door.

Tok tok tok tok

"Lake in!" sounding authentic from within made Fairel directly push the big door.

He could see the figure of a woman who looked focused on her desk with glasses perched on her nose. As soon as it approached, Fairel did not speak directly. But he looked at the woman for quite a while.

"What's wrong?" dena finally opened her voice. Not unaware, however, he was too busy with his work that always piled up. It may be the result of the move of the headquarters from Paris to Indonesia.

"Lunch time has arrived. Should you rest for a moment. I will order lunch for you." said Fairel.

"Huhhhhhh." there was a long sigh from Dena. He straightened his body and slightly stayed away from his work. The woman leaned back in her chair.

"Hemm... The food already knows, right? If so, please come out." expel Dena. Yup indeed every hour of rest, the food menu has been recorded in the notebook. It's been scheduled since Adel became his secretary first.

Fairel just nodded her head and then resigned herself.

After Fairel's departure, Dena looked dreamy while playing the pen in her hand. He even moved his chair so that it rotated back to the work desk.

I don't know what's on his mind right now, as if something's bothering him. Perhaps one of them is the problem of the company's operation. Moving the headquarters was obviously very complicated. There's a lot to take care of. Dena must try to adjust to the conditions in Indonesia. And it's even possible that investors from abroad will disappear.