Siri's Wife Mr. Bryant

Chapter 17: INTIMIDATION - LET'S BE FRIENDS!

"Where is the guy, anyway? Where it's two hours away! Be stuck. Mending take it out." murmured the man, then took out a piece of red paper, and put it on the table.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

The srek!

"Sorry, I'm late."

Appearance tightly closed from head to toe. Who could recognize such a figure? Certainly not possible, including cafe visitors who have just been preparing to get up from their seats.

"Who, You?"

"It's me, Hazel." Hazel took off her mask for a moment, but immediately put it on again after seeing the man in front of her round his lips muttering oh.

The man sat back down. So did Hazel. Now the two faced each other in silence, making the woman impatient, and pulled out her phone. Then put it on the table. "When will your work be done?"

"Fourty-eight hours." replied the interlocutor as he took Hazel's phone from the table.

"Too long. Twenty-four hours, how?" haze Hazel like a nego chili at the koplak market.

But the work that the man will do is not trivial. Maybe the famous model is just busy shopping. Hazel's offer was not heard. Instead, the man was busy fiddling with Hazel's phone seriously.

Feeling neglected, Hazel breaks the table.

Braak!

The man put the phone back on the table and turned his gaze to the woman in front of him. "Once again you are insolent. Get ready to jump out of your popularity HAZEL LAURENT!"

Gleek!

The ultimatum of the man in front of him instantly shrunk the guts of a Hazel. The woman looked down with her hands clenched tightly. If only his US card was unknown to the man. Of course fear is not in Hazel Laurent's dictionary.

Seeing Hazel's rat-like reaction, he makes her check the phone again quietly, and without interruption.

After thirty minutes of struggling with numbers and letters. Finally, you can put the phone down, then stretch your neck and hand muscles. "I've sent everything to my email. Just use your phone! Forty-eight hours your number will be tapped. Okay, I'll go first."

"Please, twenty-four hours. You know, can't the current situation wait anymore?" Hazel pleaded with her soft voice.

If anyone else hears Hazel's voice. It was definitely in the middle of flirting with the man in front of her. But not with this one man, because the man only does the job professionally. "I don't care. This is my job, my responsibility. If you want to hire someone else! I'd like to see who's capable of doing four in one work for your dirty work."

Basic blackmailer! If it wasn't for your brain that's ok. I've been slashing your head for a long time now, snot boy. ~batin Hazel held back her emotions.

"There is no need to curse me in your heart, dear Lady Hazel. Oops." The man closed his own lips. "What if I call a mercenary?"

"YOU....,"

"Let down your tone! I'm not your stupid husband, or your affair. Once you hurt my ego. Ruin your life." The man intimidated Hazel, then walked away from the meeting place.

The man's departure, made Hazel remove the mask while grabbing the drink glass in front of him. Fortunately, there was still half a cup of green tea.

Hazel glanced, "Do we know?"

"Well, uh no. I just love all your fashion being the qibla of women." The man stretched out his hand. "I'm Graceful, can I sit here? Miss Hazel."

"Whatever! I have to go." Hazel wakes up, but her shoulders are restrained by Anggun.

Pluck up!

Hazel brushed off the hand of Anggun who dared to touch her. "How dare....,"

"Sorrys. Be seated! Your anger won't solve the problem, but add to the problem." Gracefully pulled up the chair and sat down while waving at a cafe waiter.

"It doesn't hurt to talk for a minute. Btw, I accidentally heard your conversation with the man." said Anggun.

The waiter came, making the woman pause for a moment.

"What do you want to order, miss?" ask the waiter.

Graceful looked at Hazel who was still silent at this moment with irritated lips. It seems free to ask. So it is better to make your own order. "Special drink. Go!"

The maid nodded her head at Grace's order, and immediately left her customer's desk without taking down the order. That made Hazel not understand. After all what is the meaning of a special drink in a small cafe like where it is today?

"Special drink is wine. Don't worry, they don't provide cheap wine." Anggun explained without stale ado.

Hazel had no idea why the woman suddenly insisted on talking to her. However, the way Anggun shows his identity is enough to give the impression of being a selfish woman. Isn't finding a friend on frequency difficult enough.

"What do you want?" hazel asked as she leaned her body against the chair.

Gracefully smiled, "Let's be friends with me! I'll help you solve your problems. How's it?"

"Hehehe, am I your neighbor or your old friend?" Hazel was amused by the graceful request. "I think you know who I am. Isn't that right?"

Gracefully nodded.

"Ck. Ck. Are you one of my fans?" ask Hazel again.

Gracefully shook his head.

"Then?" Hazel took off her glasses.

Now the eyes of the two women are adrift. As if seeking the truth of each other's identity. Hazel breaks eye contact and picks up a paper and pen from her sling bag.

"Read it in your heart." Gracefully thrust the paper at Hazel, having written something down.

Not wanting to add to his curiosity. The paper is sheared, then read in the heart like Graceful request.

Is this woman sane? Why is it so much crazier than me?~batin Hazel stares at the writing on the paper with a faint smile.

"Hows it? Deal?" Gracefully extended her right hand towards Hazel.