THE BOSSES

Chapter 1

Jeffrey Anderson Jung's. American-Korean crossbreed man. At the age of 32 years he has surpassed many achievements. Become CEO of a leading company in Asia.

Handsome widower with a cute 4 year old. Hot Daddy's.

Contrary to 'hot', his attitude was cold. Cruel. Heartless. If he's not in the mood, don't you ever bother him or-tut! You'll be ruined. Moreover, you disturb the peace of his family.

Always put on a face with a flat expression but still look handsome. He will not hesitate to fire anyone who is negligent when working for him, after he had previously maki-maki all-out.

Cruelty with his cold face will turn warm and radiant when being alone with his only child, Mark Anderson Jung.

As of this moment, his son called him while he was discussing a meeting with his private secretary; johnny, in his private room. His serious expression immediately turned quiet with a smile as soon as he saw the name of the contact of his domestic assistant on the mobile screen.

'Surely Mark' thought Jeffrey. He expected it. His conversation with Johnny was stopped.

"Hello.." Jeffrey picked up the phone.

"PAPAAA" the typical voice of a child sounds so loud.

"Yes, why hm?" Jeffrey smiling. It is rare if it happens outside. Johnny who has been his right hand for years is certainly common.

"Malk wanted ice cleam in the store near the papa cantole at that time.."

A cute expression with a pleading gaze instantly appeared in his shadow. His son who had not eloquently uttered the letter 'r' was really.

"Mark when will you?"

"Malk want a little bitch papa.. okay no? okay, okay, papa okay?"

Jeffrey chuckled furiously at his son's persuasion. Even Johnny had to hold back his laughter from being anxious to hear the conversation of the father and the boy. Fyi, Jeffrey always makes his phone call if Mark calls him.

"Okay, now. Papa's gonna get Uncle Max to drive you to papa's office okay?"

"Gee! Yeayyyy papa is good. I'll be ready. I'll see you there, papa..."

Mark sounded so excited. Jeffrey's smile became longer lasting than usual because of it. He hung up on her.

"Johnny, call Max to get him to take my son to the office". Back with Jeffrey the serious and cold.

"Good, Sir". Johnny is seen pulling out his phone and calling someone named Max.

Jeffrey grabbed his wallet, cell phone and suit draped in his seat. He walked towards the door that would take him out.

Just holding the door, he turned around. "Ah, if I haven't come back at lunch. You're handling the meeting today okay?".

"Good, Sir".

With it.. Jeffrey exited the room while wearing his suit. Go into a special elevator for himself down to the ground floor. To the lobby to welcome his son.

It was not until ten minutes that he saw his son get out of the car and immediately ran into the lobby. The security who noticed the young master entering the building immediately escorted him. Afraid he fell.

Jeffrey, who realized his son was running towards him swiftly, also walked up to him. Jeffrey immediately held her as soon as Mark got to her.

"Don't run around Mark's gonna fall off how's hum?" jeffrey asked as he kissed his son's face with anxiety. The female workers who happened to be in the lobby of the building suddenly looked at them with adoring gazes.

Mark laughed curiously, "Malk wanted to quickly eat ice cleam, Papa..".

Jeffrey stepped out while holding Mark. Do not want to linger to be a free spectacle of its employees.

Max stands next to the car. He bowed respectfully as soon as Jeffrey and Mark walked out of the building. Max then opens the rear passenger door for the two of them.

Without saying Jeffrey got into the car. He sat with his handsome son, Mark.

"To an ice cream shop near here, Max" he told Max, who had just started his car. The car drove slowly away from the multi-storey building.

"Malk ate papa. If you can't believe me ask Aunt Joe, can't you Max?"

Max glanced at the upper rearview mirror, smiling. "Yes, young master".

"That's right".

Jeffrey chuckled softly. "Well, Mark wants ice cream to taste what?"

"Fish watermelon and chocolate and vanilla and pepper strobeli with chocolate"

"Why so much? Can't be much. Mark's gonna have a stomachache.. Choose just one okay?"

"Ih papaa. Malk doesn't want a stingy"

"Well, Mark is smart" Jeffrey said, stroking Mark's head.

"It's up to master" Max cuts off the preoccupation of men of different ages. Their car had arrived at the ice cream shop Mark wanted.

Max came out to open the door for the Great Lord and his Young Master. Jeffrey came down with Mark in his carrier. They walked into an ice cream shop. Max waits in the car after seeing Jeffrey and Mark walk into the tavern.

"Come.. want to order ice cream flavor what hm?" ask Jeffrey. They are now standing in front of the order cashier.

Mark looked over the menu above. He seems to think.

"Hmmm.. order brown pepper and stobelii".

"The taste of chocolate and strawberries in one cup?" ask the store officer.

"Yes, a little cup please" replied Jeffrey.

"Lho's? how small is Papa? Papa doesn't want to?" Mark looked at Jeffrey.

Jeffrey shook his head slowly. "Let Mark eat yep"

"You have. if you don't want to". Mark's attention was diverted once the ice cream order was in sight. Jeffrey paid immediately. Then take the cup of ice cream from the employee's hand.

"Thank you" Mark said.

Mark took a cup of ice cream from his papa hand. He then moved out of Jeffrey's arms. Wanna down. Jeffrey who understood immediately put Mark down. They walked out of the shop.

Mark walked alone to the car they were riding in. Jeffrey followed her from behind Mark. Unfocused, Mark tripped on his own feet until the ice cream he held fell.

"Oh" Jeffrey was surprised and immediately approached Mark.

"Papa's ice cleam is falling" Mark's face looked very sad. Seem like to cry.

"Ssttt... papa's son don't cry hm? Papa buy me again Mark wait here okay?"

Mark nodded. He stood up while watching his papa buy more ice cream for him.

Then pass people on the sidewalk who do not replace the streets and their footsteps because they are busy with cellphones. Until Mark's height is as high as their thighs are invisible.

BRUCK!

Mark fell because he was hit by an unfocused man. Even that person did not bother to look at him.

"Hey, brother. You okay what?" someone came up to Mark.

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