Single Boss Storage

12 # Revenge

Moura has been in the office with her boss. Previously Moura requested that Noegha keep a distance for the sake of mutual comfort. Noegha finally agreed after asking for his kiss ration. Noegha was happy that there were always things that could be a threat to Moura so that the way to get the woman was easier.

Moura walked over with his sour face, the arrogant man again asking for what was not his right! When entering the office lobby all pairs of eyes of residents of Adhiaksa Utama look at him as if he is a suspect of crime.

"Heh, Moura you're a new kid here! Defend your yaaa!" exclaims Margaret blocking the path of Moura.

'Come also Mak Lampir a seed with bestie ga clear!' moura's taunts in heart.

"Excuse me, you're blocking the way!" ketus Moura did not want to respond to the short wick in front of him.

"Diihi!!" Margaret more courageously pushed Moura's shoulder with her hand. Moura glared at the courage of Margaret in front of him.

"So ko Kang nindas girl, Rendi became a victim of your violence." Margaret's whistle began to herd public opinion. With his loud voice, the attention of the other staff was now on him.

"If the guy doesn't like it don't force Non. Moreover, the battered ampe is it!" then after a few people swarmed him. "Lu apain huh? Don't-don't-don't your brain is, in making a faint for the act of immoral huh?" Margaret continued to scout Moura with unreasonable questions.

'Hmm duo poison clop udaaah!' rutuk Moura responded to the insults of coworkers who always oppress him.

Moura was astonished at Margaret, all this time Moura had never been close to anyone even Keysha herself was not very familiar with her. He seemed to have a grudge against Moura.

Keysha once told him when the first rumors of him were raised. "Hazard it's Non, you're really pretty. In all your offices most beautiful vow! Mana is very young to be single again..," Keysha explained in between their lunch last time. "In addition, Mr. Noegha seems to be your ngincer, right?!" keysha's investigators suspect Moura has an affair with her boss.

"Gue don't understand your talk, just a few hours of effective work are you happy to receive punishment?" threatening Moura turned around pushing Margaret's body and left the crowd.

In an invisible corner, Noegha was watching the commotion that had just occurred before his eyes. "This moura is like having two personalities. If it's next to me he'll be shy and look weak. While in the presence of the others he is like a hedgehog who is ready to puncture a thorn in his body if he is disturbed by the path." murmured Noegha continued his footsteps.

"Do you guys want me to pull into the HRD room right now?!"

The sexy baritone voice that is desired by almost all single women in the office makes them round their eyes and prepare to spread the charm especially Margaret.

"For Sir," said Margaret, kindly.

"You're facing Michel and after this you're on suspension don't have to come to the office for a week!" said Noegha coldly staring at Margareth sharply then rushed back to leave the crowd that had now turned deathly pale on each of their faces.

"But Sir! What's my fault?" Not wanting to be harmed Margaret held back her master's footsteps.

"Who are you?!" Noegha turned his body staring intently. "You're bullying my new employee!" peeking Noegha cold.

DEG!

Margaret was stunned to believe that Noegha was helping Moura and punishing him.

"Mrrrong father!! Instead I want to tell you that Moura is a poisonous snake. The outward appearance is plain and innocent in fact it is not like that." Margaret was dissatisfied with her boss's favoritism.

"Yesterday I caught him pulling Rendi into his room after work hours. Why try at home he held Rendi. I intend to make sure that there is no slander and remind Moura!" As given the gap by Noegha who still survives standing there Margaret quickly re-spread bad rumors Moura.

Seen Noegha frowned, because Moura did come out late last night. 'What's possible?!' noegha thought a little hooked.

Margaret realized this and smiled her smile. Michel and his wife Shaveera arrive. Noegha said that Michel took care of the commotion that Margaret did, the girl opened her mouth in disbelief.

"Shaveera call Moura to face my room immediately!" tell Noegha with his high tone.

Shaveera understood he was moving and headed towards the department room where Moura was working at the moment. Somehow Noegha feeling hot, similar to feelings of excessive jealousy in a partner.

"I hope you have an answer that can satisfy me Moura!" noegha muttered hurried towards his place.

Shaveera has been in the project room welcomed by Mr. Khairul. But the middle-aged man's forehead shriveled when the one in search turned out to be his new employee.

'Oh my God what else is this?!" moura grumbled lower his face then rushed back to his feet and followed the instructions of their President's secretary.

On the other hand in the HRD room Margaret was firm about her stance. Making Michel massage his forehead, this morning he was immediately given a dizzying task.

"Margareth, you should know very well not with master Noegha's temperament?!" michel asked at last to open his voice.

"But I do have proof that I was right to say last night they were acting outside the confines of an Adhiaksa employee" Margaret defended herself.

"Heh, I remind you again Margaret. For Young Master the rule number one is the boss is always right! Rule number two, you know for sure the answer isn't it?!" Michel gave a closing word before he finally asked them if they understood then Margaret understood.

With a heavy heart, Margaret finally realized that how hard we trapped Moura, the girl would still be hit by the stone.

Meanwhile in the BOD room, Moura was in front of Noegha who had been working on verifying his data.

"Do you know why I told you to come?" noegha asked coldly as before.

"Sorry sir t-don't know..." Moura lowered her gaze.

'Why does she look like a weak woman?!' thought Noegha probing the sweet look of her puja woman.

"What are you doing in the room all night?" noegha asked annoyed. Finally Moura understood it seemed like Margaret had returned to throwing a big fish bait.

"Kepo.." said Moura.

"God!" grunts of annoyed Noegha now got up and approached Moura's seat. Standing straight leaning at the end of the table right in front of Moura the man was cross-legged in front.

"Did you forget, dear, you must no longer dirty your own hands to suppress the enemy!" said Noegha lowered his face pulling his female chin.

To be continue...

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