The Best Choice

Hell made by Aslan

Samira arrives at the office an hour after being stuck in traffic. His eyes circulate looking for Aslan's car in the parking lot, he hissed tired when he found the black jaguar car was already in the VIP parking office.

"It's not breakfast, now have to face the babble of the big boss. I want to pretend I'm fainting!"

Samira heads to the sixth floor using the elevator, in a hopeful heart of dismay she puts her bag carelessly in the locker room.

"Tumben came by noon, Sam!" ask Siti cynically.

"My nightmares, Mother." Samira hurriedly tidied up her hijab and put her face in the mirror. "Sorry, Ma'am."

Siti, the senior who had to keep an eye on Samira's performance seemed to sigh.

"Big boss ask for your coffee.x

Samira went straight to the coffee marker and made it.

"It's at least Aslan's wits to punish me!" you Samira inwardly as she walked towards Aslan's study brought a cup of black coffee less sugar with cinnamon powder.

"Morning, Sam." greet Robby before entering his study next to Aslan's workspace.

"August, Sir. Want some coffee too?" tanya Samira offers.

"I've had coffee at home, Sam! Wife made." Robby smile.

"Thank God, sir! I'll take the coffee to Mr. Aslan. Let's." Let's."

"D-d-be, Sam. Aslan does not tolerate late employees."

Samira smiled wryly while knocking on the door of Aslan's study. "Assynolajet. Good morning, sir." he exclaimed.

Aslan opened the door of his study and how unfortunately Samira's face then got a surprise from Aslan.

"What time is this?" he said with a tone that was forced fiercely. "Are you tired of work?"

Samira shakes. That heart-soothing shady face, raised his gaze.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry, this is the last time I'm late." he promised.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, Sam. Please find me breakfast as punishment!" Aslan turned around while yawning widely without a sound.

Still so sleepy of me. Bad, where's the meeting in two hours.

Samira sizzled in her heart, "She has a cell phone, why don't you just order it online. Spoiled. I haven't even thought about breakfast yet!"

Samira puts a cup of coffee that does not really taste to Aslan's desk.

"What do you want for breakfast?" samira asked as she grabbed a packet of coffee candy.

"Anything is good." replied Aslan ketus.

"But—"

Samira held back his words, but since yesterday did Aslan not realize that all lunch and afternoon he paid? There is also a catering service available. But why did the man not like to eat it. Huh, bother people.

Samira nodded. "Well, what do you want for breakfast? Don't be expensive, you know, I haven't paid" he said with rikuh.

"Anything, Sam. If need be tomorrow - you're the one who prepared me breakfast!" Aslan held out a piece of covenant paper on the seal. "Signature."

Samira hid her hand behind her.

"No, I have to prepare it. You're a rich man, you have a maid, or a personal chef. My time!" you don't accept.

"Just sign if you want to work here!" Aslan moved his hand.

"Basar, in love ask for forgiveness!"

Samira passed by with an annoyed grumbling mouth. He picked up his phone and ordered two servings of breakfast.

Samira returns to Aslan's study with a leg that wants to kick her door.

"For a long time be his wife Aslan you, Sam!" sahut Robby is in Aslan's room. From his boss it was clear. It seems that Aslan used his position to tell Samira as he pleased, even though there is a hidden purpose behind it all.

"For a long time my job was not to be cleaning service, sir! But turned into a grown man baby sitter!" sahut Samira cynically, while pouring water for Aslan.

"Please father." Samira smiled wryly.

Robby. Samira's face looks swallowed but has to smile.

"Collect, Sam. Big bosses need attention. Do you want to come to the project site tomorrow? There's the first stone laying there." take Robby after kongkalikong with Aslan.

Samira shrugged her shoulders. "Can't, sir. I just clean service here. My job is to clean the office!" reject Samira realistically and decide to do her routine inside Aslan's workspace.

Although disappointed Aslan still had a way. Yes still, for example I asked Samira to go to the human resources division on the second floor.

While confused looking for the head of the human resources division meant by Aslan. Samira dyed here and there with a row.

"Who's looking?" ask a man who is aware of Samira's confusion.

"HRD, mas Pras." replied Samira while showing the blue map of Aslan.

"Follow me!"

Samira. Arriving at the human resources division room, he was surprised to find his HRD was the person himself.

"Sorry, sir, I'm a new employee so I haven't memorized the faces of the people who work here!" I'm Samira with a crush.

"No problem! Get me the file so I can sign it." said a man named Prasetyo.

Samira pulls a blue map out of him.

Prasetyo carefully read one by one the files he knew were the transfer of Samira to be Aslan's personal assistant.

Prasetyo shook his head faintly.

Find your ribet, As.

Prasetyo signed it and closed the map and put it back in Samira's hands.

"Congratulations. Your responsibility is not to be cleaning service anymore Samira Adna Agustine, you will be Aslan's personal assistant." Prasetyo smile.

Samira's eyes are round, this is beyond his discussion yesterday to penetrate his mistake. In panic he voiced his rejection.

"But, sir! I don't want to! Mr. Aslan already has Mr. Robby as his personal assistant."

"Sir Robby is indeed his personal assistant in the business of being a private secretary and his right hand. While you take care of Mr. Aslan in the private sphere such as making sure all the things that support the activities of Mr. Aslan are carried out well. Including breakfast and lunch!" prasetyo is clear.

Samira took a deep breath before moving. "If you'll excuse me, sir. Thanks for the time."

Samira came out of Prasetyo's room smelling good.

"If it wasn't a big salary, I wouldn't be his personal assistant. Especially with the man who just wants me to be his personal assistant!"

Samira is upset, he walks into Aslan's study and rants.

"Why did you make a unilateral decision?" lantang.

Aslan stood up and stroked his still-groomed suit.

"Because I have control over my own employees? Don't like? Want to resign?" ask Aslan with jumawa.

"The salary of being my personal assistant can be to take your Abah hajj. Still no interest?"

Samira clucked irritably while putting the blue map on the table, he turned around and actually kicked the door before exiting Aslan's artificial inferno.

"Bod malattttt..."