The Beginning of a Dream

Fairuz threat

S : Thank you

No other choice, no negotiation. Two days in doubt Safira had intended to finish it soon.

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Step upright, relaxed and alert. Safira's vigilance increased because someone loved him in the office. Just sat at his desk. Fairuz came with a piece of paper.

"Safira, you're notoriously dexterous here, your work is good and fast so I need your help to get all this done before the afternoon break." Fairuz spoke firmly, the whole room turned towards Safira.

Sapphira looked at the sticky paper that was proffered at her. He swallowed his saliva while grabbing the paper proffered to him. The job list there are five numbers, doing two only with time only until the afternoon break will make him sit down without having time to look anywhere.

"I want to see your work. Is it true that you are competent here." Fairuz continued, satisfied to see Safira's depressed face.

"God willing, sir." Safira spoke at last.

"Don't involve your friends if they don't want them to suffer the consequences." Fairuz whispered closer to Safira's face.

"Take it to my room before the break and it is already in the form of *print ou*t!"

Fairuz gave an asymmetrical smile leaving Safira thinking hard where to start.

Safira's phone vibrates. A message came in.

Bagas : Quickly photograph what Viruz ordered!

Sapphira : Viruz?

B: Wouldn't it be more fitting to call Mr Fairuz that? (Five laughing emoticons). Quickly photograph!

S: No need sir

B: Time goes on Sapphira. My job is not much. I told you I'm always ready to be mutated anywhere.

Safira still thought. He did not want to trouble others especially if Bagas would really be mutated because of helping him.

B: Fast Safira!

A: Sapphira! (emoticons bulging)

B: Don't you want to see his ugly face when you know you're done all on time?

Safira smiles. His photograph lists his work and is sent to Bagas.

B: I'm working on numbers 4 and 5. When it's done, I'll help you again.

S: Thank you very much Bagas

B: I'm helping my brother so don't thank me.

Safira and Bagas worked hard to finish the part. They have not gone anywhere since sitting down.

Safira's phone vibrated at 11 in 5 minutes.

B: I'm done, it's being printed. Where did you get?

S: It's working on the last one sir.

B: Send two completed files I will print

At 11:45 Bagas stood, putting all the papers in front of him. Then stack it up and walk towards Ira's desk. Safira is still printing. Bagas typed something on his phone.

I put it on the table next to the dispenser. Hurry up and get a drink!

After looking at her phone, Safira grabbed a glass from her drawer while carrying a pile of paper and then placed the paper she carried on top of a pile of Bagas paper. After taking the water, he brought back the paper that had become one to his table.

Twelve o'clock, five minutes. The door to the Fairuz room.

"Bismillahirahmanirrahiim..." He said as he was about to enter his superior's room.

Step upright with a flat expression, there was no friendly smile that Safira used to feed to others. Put a bunch of print outs on the Fairuz table. Fairuz examined her alternately looking at Safira's beautiful face and the paper before her.

"That's great, how many hands can you finish?" Fairuz was leaning on his seat of greatness.

"God is good." Safira said briefly which made a cynical smile on Fairuz's face.

"You should have accepted my offer. Your hands don't need to be tired like they are today. You're lucky, I'm happy too."

"Interruption! I don't feel at all benefited by your offer." Sapphira straightly stared at the pile of paper she had painstakingly worked on with the help of Bagas.

"Safira actually I don't like to suppress let alone threaten a woman as beautiful as you. But I can't wait to taste you." Fairuz spoke without a trace.

Sapphira who heard it had already shouted in her heart, her chest was hot, her blood seemed to boil, her hands clenched firmly. If only shame had not deterred him surely a punch had landed on his brazen eyes and mouth in front of him. But isn't the commotion in the boss room going to lure his friends to know the cause and it's very embarrassing. Safira did not want to imagine if the office knew he was being bid by his boss.

"Safira Nadhifa Almaira, you know I have the power to judge your performance and prioritize who gets mutated." Fairuz spoke with an intimidating tone.

Sapphira did not move in the slightest just her clenched hands getting tighter.

"Your LLDR's going further if you I recommend a mutation across the island. Kalimatan, Sulawesi or what if Maluku? Haven't you ever been there? I'm not sure your husband can buy tickets every week to see you. You still have to work, does your husband mind bearing the cost of your life? Most husbands are such, letting their wives work so that they don't demand it?" Fairuz smiled, a smile that made that face so annoying.

Safira's friends don't know if she's married to the hotel's owner, only Ira, her best friend and Bagas, who find out about her rival, know. And both keep that secret.

"Are you talking about yourself, sir?" Safira anxious to chimed.

Fairuz laughed, "It's a good thing you're beautiful Sapphira, so I forgive you. But not after this. Come to dinner today! You'll know the place soon. If you still reject me, I will greatly enjoy your suffering."

"Do what you want to do. I will also do what I should do. I do not fear man, the owner of this earth is God, the gripper of your life is also God. I'm just pretty much on the straight path." Safira spoke firmly.

Fairuz was struck by the words of Safira. But his blind heart rejected Sapphira's words. He smiled horribly.

"The work is done. Excuse me." Safira stepped away leaving the room Fairuz was thinking. "I'm not sure there are women who don't love treasure. I'm sure you'll weaken Safira. I'll make sure of that."

Safira came out of Fairuz's room, reached into the cell phone in her skirt pocket, turned off the voice recording. Safira thinks there is no harm in her recording just in case she comes forward, whether she needs it or not.

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A medium-sized box on his desk has no sender's name. Many friends who break only a handful are still at the table, maybe waiting for food ordered online because they are lazy down to buy food. Her phone vibrates there's a Bayu assistant's name there.

This is what you need. Don't act that self-defeating!

A file in the form of .pdf is also attached there. After typing a thank you note to Bayu, Safira opened the file.

Fairuz Saputra's. At the age of 41, she has two 13-year-old girls and a 9-year-old boy. A very profitable wife. Fairuz runs a company that his wife's parents gave him. A 2-hectare plantation and a poultry farm in Central Java. His wife loved Fairuz. But his wife did not know that Fairuz often played with women. Fairuz always showed a romantic attitude towards his wife.

The names of his wife and children are also his cell phone number. His home address in Surabaya and the social media accounts of his wife and children.

"You're using your wife's wealth for fun apparently, it's worth offering me an apartment."