Rosie Sanders!
Mylo the song
The atmosphere of the Roxy Sanders Group office building looks gripping like a grave. A handsome young man walked in an innately haughty style. Although many eyes look full of puja on him, but not for a cute girl who works as an office girl in the company. The man's good looks were still too ordinary in his eyes.
"Hey, you! deliver chocolate milk coffee with a little sugar to my room. Don't be too sweet don't be bland either. It must fit. And yes, don't get too hot, don't get too warm. I don't like both. 5 minutes should be on my desk." Olivia gawked, hearing the inhuman command. The distance to the pantry alone back and forth has taken 5 minutes. Not including making coffee with inhuman variants according to the wishes of the boss.
"Oliii..! slide into the pantry, you only have 4 minutes or so." Mylo shouts Olivia's daydream. With a single turn, Olivia passed from before Mylo without saying a word. His heart was too upset, early in the morning already presented by the unusual task of the annoying man.
"It's a good thing boss, if I haven't been poisoned for a long time. It was as if he was playing with strange terms for his order. He thinks I'm the cafe service what!" Desnan glanced at his comrades in arms with a look of pity. Ever since the arrogant man took over the company, Olivia's quiet life has turned billions of degrees. There's just the CEO to make Olivia's life hell.
"Brown milk coffee, not sweet not bland, not hot nor too warm." After mimicking the sentence he had so badly memorized dead outside his head, Desnan chuckled impreciously. Delikan sharp eyes Olivia stared unhappily at her co-workers.
"And another new command from the boss of the magic song bin. Whoever laughs at my misfortune, is encouraged to water his mouth using hot water to curly lips." Olivia grinned venom towards her comrade. Desnan took a sip of water that was already sitting beautifully in his mouth.
Olivia does look geeky, but the 23-year-old girl keeps a hidden beauty that only Desnan knows about. Because they come from the same village, from childhood to adulthood always together. Even Olivia who initiated the idea, the man will be married in his village with the son of a rice bellboy. And demanded countless dowries. Of course Desnan could not, even though the woman invited him to mate running. Desnan refused firmly.
They wander right a day after being declared high school graduation. And lucky one Sunday idle by hitchhiking at a roommate's boarding house, his second got a job at the Roxy Sanders Group company. Olivia as office girl, Desnan as office boy.
"Ck! you are, why so serious. See your time is running out, stop measuring the temperature and sugar. I think it's fitting. Go there, drop off the CEO's order, or you'll end up in his room again like last week." Desnan pushes Olivia's body slowly towards the exit of the pantry.
Olivia snorted in annoyance, her task felt heavy if the boss was songong according to his version. The girl prefers to clean one floor alone rather than dealing with a Mylo Pratama.
Almost five years of work, just one year ago this life was completely in his deserving test facing the national exam end of year lessons.
Equally stressful, equally annoying.
Tok tok tok tok
clutches
Olivia walked in with her forced face smiling at the morning sun. The hope is only one, so that it can get out of there quickly without being exposed to additional problems.
"You're 3 minutes late, your punishment as usual. Clean my toilet, my room. And today, you're mine. Stay in this room until your hours are over. I have a meeting, finished my drink not to leave a drop. Don't try to run away, and don't lie on my couch in your shabby clothes. Don't touch anything, don't move anywhere. And lastly," Mylo looked at Olivia with an inexplicable look.
"..don't curse me in your heart. If I had known, you'd have me sack and I'd have thrown it in the landfill. Understand!" Olivia could only nod obediently, smiling as sweet as honey which now tasted very bitter at the base of her tongue.
Mylo's words, like a supersonic electric train, have made his heart go crazy.
"Don't miss me, I know you've secretly looked at my picture on the table." Brak! the sound of the door closing with maximum force.
"God! why is there a man who has a level of confidence too high as his. Oh God, may I kill him, I'm too tired to face that arrogant man. For a long time I could have a stroke at this cute and adorable age of mine." Olivia walked towards the sofa, putting the drink glass ordered by the song lord there.
The tail of her eyes glanced at the soft sofa before her with eyes full of scattered stars.
"The word just can't lie down, right? it means that sitting can dong yes.. Olivia's sitting up, good CEO." Olivia giggled to herself after saying those words of unsettling praise.
"Well comfortable, the sofa of the rich is different. Sofa at the cost of mah per all, thank goodness my ass hasn't been broken all this time." Olivia took the most comfortable sitting position. He will make the most of his punishment time. In addition to working at the company, Olivia also worked at a restaurant from 6 pm to 10 pm. Obviously his body is tired, plus facing the attitude of a prank boss who continues to work on him relentlessly.
While Mylo was not focused on her meeting, her eyes continued to stare at her phone screen. Without Olivia knowing, if the room has been fitted with a hidden camera by Mylo.
"So like that sir, the results of the financial statements of the last three months." said a middle-aged man closing his presentation session. All eyes were on the boss. Who is now smiling himself staring at the screen of his mobile phone.
"Yhhhhhh..!" deheman the assistant made Mylo's attention distracted. With a swift style, the man neutralized the look on his face.
"Okay, then this meeting can be closed. Give all the reports from each division to Betran Pete." Mylo's stomach sounded annoying in Betran's ears. His name is Betran Santoso, there are no frills Pete behind his name. But his curse boss was always calling him as good as he could.
"Bety, you're okay. Close this meeting with your best smile, I'm a little busy today. So don't give me any work. Please handle everything that's my part, your bonus I'll transfer later tonight." After performing a supernatural whisper in Betran's left ear that she had just called Bety. Mylo came out of the meeting room with a flat face. However, the image must be maintained.
Betran's face looks withered, even in the lure of bonuses. It still makes him dislike. Moreover, Mylo always calls her with various names that are not good at hearing.
"Good friend, if not, I've reported you to Miss Rosy." Betran whispered softly to herself. I don't know who else he's gonna have to complain to. His fate is really unlucky, have a boss of his own best friend. Like fishing in an aquarium.
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**Taraaa🤗🤗 Introduction first one chapter, if many fans, we continue ya soyongkuh 😘😘
This is still part of the boss songong, arrogant and tucked into a rancid attitude that is not known by others. Imagine how the image of a Mylo, will plunge freely into the bowels of the earth if anyone knows its nature.
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