The Debt Redeemer
16. Arrival of Guests
"Welcome, Miss Milla and Mr. Albert. The man's waiting for you in the room, miss." Welcome a woman to Milla's arrival at the office.
It seems that Milla knows the meaning of the man's word. Just nodding, Milla went straight into her room.
"Ah, you've finally arrived."
Just like the woman said earlier, just as Milla opened the door of her room, a man immediately greeted her.
The man walked towards Milla.
"Khehehe, I never cease to be amazed by you, Milla. You're still beautiful as always." Said the man while kissing Milla's hand like a knight.
And Milla quickly pulled her hand from the man.
"Sorry, sir. Can you keep your attitude?" It was Albert's turn to speak up. Albert didn't seem happy with the man. Hate was clearly manifested as Albert stared at the man.
However, instead of feeling embarrassed, the man even chuckled amusedly.
"Miss Milla, I took my beautiful morning to meet you. So, can we talk for a minute." The man turned his back to Milla and Albert.
The man seemed to be pressing our word in his sentence. It's like saying just talk between the two of them.
"Curtain, I've already,,,"
"Sure, Mr. Bachsmid. Albert, please leave us both."
Milla cut off Albert's words who had wanted to berate the man.
"But Miss Milla, this man is dangerous." Albert opposed the decision given by Milla.
"It's okay, Albert. This man wouldn't dare mess with me."
Meanwhile, the man named Bachsmid was smiling triumphantly.
"Let's Miss Milla, let me help you sit down." Bachsmid approached Milla again and began to lead Milla to her seat.
And Albert could only observe the behavior of the man who managed to irritate him.
"Then I say retreat, miss. Call me right away if there's anything inappropriate." Albert said before leaving the room.
"Sure, Albert. Thanks." Milla replies as she follows Bachsmid's steps leading her to the sofa near them.
"What a great guy. It's great that he could hide his rotten attitude all this time." Bachsmid said after Albert's departure.
"See what you said, Uncle. He is my most loyal subordinate." Denying Milla while feeling the sofa that she will sit on then she sat down.
Bachsmid did not reply to Milla. He smiled and walked towards the big glass in the room. From there Bachsmid can see the beauty of the city because Milla's office is a large building clawing the sky.
"This city is always beautiful how many times I've seen it." Bachsmid raised his voice and kept looking down, looking at the hustle and bustle of the city.
"But something beautiful outside isn't all real. This city is so beautiful but will everyone think the same?" Connect Bachsmid.
Milla didn't answer Bachsmid's question. He just listened and just stared straight ahead.
"The answer is simple Milla. Because not everyone feels the same. Then why do I still feel like this city is beautiful?" Bachsmid turned his back and walked towards the sofa that Milla was sitting on.
Bachsmid then sat to the left of Milla.
"Because diversity is the essence of beauty I mean." Bachsmid continued after sitting down.
"That's just your selfish assumption because you don't feel what they feel, Bachsmid." This time Milla replied to Bachsmid.
