The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 25. Sleeping on the shoulders.

"Yes sorry my Young Boss is late ... Next time I will not repeat the promise" said Zelea smiling sweetly.

Hah it is okay to press the ego to quickly get out of this room, inner Zelea.

Zeon stood up from his seat, reaching for the file still in Zelea's hands. "Why do you still hold it, you want to take it home again" he said, sitting back and starting to open the file.

"Haha, there's no way I forgot." Zelea smiled slightly.

His until when should I pretend to be obedient in front of him, inner Zelea.

Zeon did not listen anymore to Zelea's words, the man focused on the file in front of him, and after he finished checking and signing. Zeon returned the file to Zelea's hand.

Zelea smiled as she received the file, and looked down respectfully before she turned to leave.

Zeon thought for a moment.

"Zelea," called Zeon, as she turned the door handle.

Zelea turned her head while publishing a sweet smile. "Is there anything you need Young Boss?"

His what the hell call-call everything! Very lazy to pretend to be sweet, inner Zelea.

"Hem, come here" said Zeon. Then focus with a stack of files on top of his desk.

His, very lazy, inner Zelea. But still according to walk back closer to Zeon's desk.

Zeon took Zelea. To see the ability of the woman in the business world, out of curiosity can make her father make Zelea secretary.

Zeon gave Zelea a stack of files that Zelea had to work through to finish in Zeon's workspace.

"This much!" Zelea was surprised to stare in disbelief at the large pile of files that Zeon had given her before him.

"Do now. Sit here, 'cause I'm not letting you take this file out."

Again Zeon simply gave the order not to answer Zelea's question.

"What if this much will certainly be finished until night." Zelea was still trying to protest, because it was impossible for her to finish when the clock came home from work, Zelea realized it was not that great.

And what was that? Zeon said that Zelea should not take the file out, working in one room with Zeon would certainly make Zelea not free, and only hinder everything.

Zelea clenched her hands.

"Even at dawn I will not let you go home until this work is done." Zeon grinned, then sat back in his great chair.

Zelea was only able to put on a sullen face, not being able to protest was what she felt.

With Zelea forced to take a stack of files and bring it to a table near the sofa chair, Zelea grabbed the pen and worked on it.

Zeon smiled with satisfaction as he saw Zelea begin to do the task she had been instructed to do just now, from where Zeon was sitting right now, he could see Zelea's face being bent, clearly the woman was very forced.

Zeon is back in focus with his work. In this room, the two people are both busy with work.

No one talked to each other, just sharing the air in one room, until the afternoon arrived.

The two of them who were still focused on working did not realize the door of the workspace was opened by Radit.

"You guys don't want to go home yet?" radit asked as he walked into Zeon's study.

Radit sat on the sofa chair where Zelea was sitting there as well.

"I'm overtime today, Mom." Zelea shows a pile of files on the table that are still a lot.

"Can be done tomorrow morning not necessarily ox-," said Radit hanging when he heard Zeon speak.

"Can't, Dad. I need that file done tonight, because tomorrow I need to be taken to meet a client."

A reason that Zeon said, because Zelea did not want to go home just like that, because her father was kind. And luckily Radit believed his words.

"Well if so ... But can't it be done at home?"

"I will accompany him here" Zeon replied, as if knowing his father's concern for Zelea.

Radit nodded. "Well if so, Daddy went home first ... Ze I'll go home first."

After Radit left, Zelea was again busy with her work.

Should be quick to do I do not feel at home lingering in this room the same as him, inner Zelea.

The woman seemed to be constantly busy with her work, not caring even though her throat was thirsty.

No drinks at all, but if you want to grab a drink it will just be a waste of time.

Zelea wished that a benevolent helper god would give her a drink.

Remembering Rohman's name, a regular cleaning service man Zelea mintains help to deliver drinks to his desk.

But when she wanted to send a message, Zelea realized that the working hours were over, and Rohman must have gone home.

Hah with lethargy Zelea continued to work again, forgetting his dry throat like a desert.

While Zeon had his job done, the man was currently engrossed in gaming.

Time kept turning, the clockwork was currently pointing at seven o'clock in the night. Zelea's work is half done. The woman continues to work on it. And keep turning until two hours have passed and three hours have passed.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Zelea placed her pen on top of the file that was still open, the last file that Zelea had just worked on.

Bruk!

The sound of things on the table. Zelea looked at the table that currently had a box of food and a bottle of mineral water.

Zelea was silent yet to respond.

"Eat, and after that we go home" said Zeon. The man returned to his office.

Zelea did not care where the man could get food, from that moment only the focus of work did not think too much about Zeon, which is important when his stomach is filled and his thirst is treated.

After the meal was over, Zelea threw the food wrapper into the trash.

After that tidied up the file again and he stacked it into one on Zeon's desk.

Zeon stood up, picked up the suit he sipped on the chair and put it on. "Tomorrow I'll check, if anything goes wrong I'll have you back and forth from the nineteenth floor to the first floor using the emergency stairs."

Gluey! Zelea gulped down a rough saliva.

Crazy bastard, inner Zelea.

They left the company together, until this late there was no one else, only there was still security guarding Zeon's car.

And after Zeon got in the car, asked the security to go home as well.

Zeon and Zelea were sitting in the back seat, the driver was driving.

After several kilos of meters in Zelea's car, Zelea's head accidentally fell on Zeon's shoulder, the scent of Zelea's hair gave a strange reaction on Zeon's body.

When Zeon turned his nose to touch Zelea's hair, it was like kissing Zelea's head, but Zeon just wanted to wake Zelea up.

Zeon repeatedly pushed Zelea's head, but again returned to Zeon's shoulders, finally the man resigned to let Zelea sleep by leaning on his shoulders.

After the car reached the mansion, without waking Zelea up first, Zeon got out of the car, causing Zelea to fall into a chair.

"AW!" peek Zelea, not yet aware if it has arrived at the mansion.

"Madam, it's here" said the driver.

Zelea got out of the car with her life uncollected.

Even when entering the mansion, Zelea was cautious, as her eyes were twitching.

After arriving at the third floor, Zelea who felt very sleepy, made her turn wrong and finally to the wall of her forehead.

"Basin the wall of mischievous!" he hit the wall.

"His! Don't know if anyone else is sleepy" he grumbled as he opened the door.