THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 7. DEANDRA'S PUNISHMENT

“Ros, this spout of breakfast is ready,” This morning Deandra cooks village fried rice for breakfast, filling lunchbox with rice, vegetable lodeh, fried chicken spices and chili onions. Deandra always brought lunch to save money. He also made a stock of sambal and ungkep chicken stored in the refrigerator. So he doesn't have to bother.

“Wah, so good.” said Rosa sat down to eat her breakfast. Deandra also prepares lunch for Rosa. “Nih stock your lunch.” said. Deandra likes to cook and the taste of the cuisine is very good. Rosa always helps her best friend in the kitchen.

“Still. As long as you stay here, I'm healthier. Your cooking is really good.”

“Udah hunted, briefly we are late you know,” said Deandra.

Upon arriving at the office, Deandra breathed a little relieved, looking safe situation. No sign of him being fired.  The attitude of the people in the office is also ordinary, he was increasingly convinced that no one saw the incident yesterday. Continue the work as usual. While busy doing work, Katarina is already standing next to him “Deandra, you are asked to head office, office driver will take you there. Bring your stuff now.”

“What's up mbak?” astonishment and fear arise because they are told to head office.

“This is an order from the boss,” he said without explaining who told Deandra to go to the head office. The face of the girl. Am I being moved? Or get a promotion? There's no way I've been promoting recently, head office means Mr Verrel's office? This, he thought. The HRD department that received a call from Frans this morning was surprised, why Deandra was moved to the headquarters, the girl had not worked there for long. However, that was the command of the headquarters, arguing that there was a shortage of staff in one of the divisions.

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Central office, after the morning meeting. Verrel looks busy at his desk. A head up look at the clock shows 9:30. He remembered something, grabbed his phone call someone “You find out about the woman! I wait right away!” his orders were to one of his confidants. An hour later his phone rang “Master, I have got info about the woman and I have sent it to Mr.”

“Good work.” grab his iPad and check the files sent by his man. A faint smile at the corner of his lips after reading the info about the woman. His hands were massaging his forehead, something he was thinking.

Calling Frans asked him to come to his room.

“Have you done my command?”

“Already, sir. Soon the woman will be there.” Frans said.

“Hem...make him meet me directly.”

“Good, Mr.” Frans receives a call from the driver who brought Deandra. They arrived in front of the office building. “Pak Diman, get the woman directly to the director's room.”

“She has arrived, mr.” reports the assistant. He was amazed who this woman really was.

In the main lobby, the receptionist, who had received orders to direct Deandra after arriving, was seen walking with the girl to the elevator. Occasionally the shoulder-haired woman glanced at Deandra who was standing beside her. Elevator door opens, the woman invites Deandra to enter “Please, miss. Director room on the floor 30.” Who is this girl? Why did he meet the director? Is he one of the Great Lord's families? Her thought.

Before long the elevator arrived at the 30th floor, the highest floor where the director's room was located. The knock on the door was heard after a voice from inside told me to enter, Deandra opened the door nervously, since on the way she was already feeling anxious, the headquarters meant meeting the fierce man, her inner self.

Stepping carefully inside that space, as his eyes looked around the room, he clucked in amazement at the luxurious interior. Frans invited the girl to sit on the sofa, she noticed the girl's face ‘Wait a minute, it looks like this girl's face is familiar. While Frans was busy with his thoughts where he had seen the girl before Aha, I remember now. Isn't that the girl who kissed the Great Lord in the elevator? This waduh. Verrel stood up from his seat, his eyes stared intently and stepped closer to Deandra and sat on the sofa. The girl looked pale in fear. His fingers were clinging to squeezing slaing.

With a gesture of his hand to Frans, the assistant came out of the room with a bigung. He was still standing behind the closed door trying to steal the conversation inside. “Don't stand there Frans!” yelled Verrel who knew his assistant was still outside. The assistant rushed away before being silent for eavesdropping. “You know what your fault is!” asked in a loud voice. “Sorry, sir. I don't know, his voice and body were shaking, cold sweat started rolling on his forehead. Verrel looked at the girl without blinking. Somehow he was very upset and his anger peaked at the girl but he found it very pleasant.

“First : you've made me angry. Second, did you forget what you did yesterday?”

“Mean, sir?”

“You're grounded. From today you will work here.”

“What? Why, Mister? Yesterday my hand was not stingy...” the sentence was truncated by Verrel “You received the penalty here or fired!”

Deandra looked up at Verrel. Their eyes met, Verrel was angry and Deandra was also angry about not being punished because she felt innocent. For Deandra who was guilty was Verrel who had kissed him and then snapped at him. His phone rings, there's an incoming call from Arion.

“Ya, what's up?”

“What's right Deandra moved to head office?” ask Arion. At the branch office he asked Katarina to get Deandra to bring the presentation materials, she was surprised when Katarina told him that Deandra went to the head office on Mr. Verrel's orders.

“Yes, he's here. Why?” with a flat and cold tone.

“I need him for a presentation, why did you tell him to go there?”arion said annoyed.

“You just give a presentation or tell Katarina! This girl is serving her sentence!”

“Punishment? You mean what Verrel?”the guy's getting bigger.

“He made a big mistake with me yesterday when he was in your office. I'm kind enough not to fire him but he should be punished.”

“You hungry? Just 1 o'clock hungry!.” said Verrel.

He just nodded his head. “Sorry, Sir. But it's past lunch.’

“You have no right to set me up. If I don't let you not eat.”

“Where do you want to eat huh?”asked while glancing at his watch. It's 1 o'clock.

“If allowable I want to eat in pantry, mr.”

“What? Eating in the pantry? Do you want to cook in the pantry?

“Bu.not, Mr.” I brought lunch from home.”

“Eat here! Verrel Command.

“But...Mr.”

“Quick eating. After that you just started working on your punishment.”

His feelings were mixed between bigung, anxious, afraid, angry. He was reluctant to eat his provisions in that room. This is the director's room, how could I possibly mess it up? But if I refuse to get angry again, my punishment may be even more severe.’

“Sorry, Sir. Didn't you have lunch?”

“No. You just eat and shut up!”

Deandra opens her lunch, Verrel still sits on the other side of the sofa. The smell of food is appetizing.. Verrel's sense of smell was tempted by that savory scent. He stared at the lunch of the girl ‘it looks good’ he thought.

“Do you cook all this?” ask Verrel.

“Iya, Sir. Every day I bring lunch.” he replied. He felt a little calm because Verrel did not snap at him anymore. Yes..for the moment. “If Mr. hungry. I don't mind koq this food for, sir. I can eat bread only.”

Verrel is actually hungry, let alone seeing the food in front of him that looks delicious but. Solved the idea “But me!”

Deandra's eyes rounded in shock “A..what's Mr?”

“Are you deaf? My husband. This is your first sentence.”

In Deandra's heart cursed ‘Basic of strange, fierce, cunning humans. Been yelling at me, kissing ehh now eating my lunch too she wants, asking to be bribed again.’   Yes, God strengthen me.

Doubtfully Deandra took food with a spoon and thrust on Verrel “Wait, you eat first! There must be poison!”

“Yes, my Lord. Where can I put poison eaten by myself?”

“Dare to rebel? Fast eat!”

“Good, Mr.” put food mouthfeel and chew it. A few moments after swallowing. Then Verrel said “You're not dead. Means safe. My husband now!”

Get furious! Yeah, that girl was so furious. Bribing Mr Verrel with the spoon I was wearing? Doesn't that mean lips to lips indirectly? An indirect kiss? Yeah, God. What a mad man this fierce, his inner.

Slowly, he gave Verrel his first bribe. Looking at the man's face, what was his reaction after eating Deandra's cooking. “Not Bad.” said. “Continue!’

Deandra also feeds Verrel until only a little left to be challenged “Already, you spend the rest. My stomach hurts!” pretending to hold his stomach. Though Verrel ate voraciously, he liked the home cooking because it was delicious.

As Deandra fed Verrel, there was a pair of wide-eyed looking at the sight. Frans, who wanted to go into the room to retrieve the documents, could not believe what he saw. ‘What-apain that? Why is the Great Lord acting so strange? Being fed by that girl? The day he kissed the girl. Then now???? This is really weird magic bin. He closed the door and left. Frans entered his private study, sitting behind the desk, breathing deeply. He had been inexhaustible with the Great Lord's conduct these few days.

Finished the bribery event. Verrel told a staff member to take the girl to the file room. That's where he works, not worth calling work because repeatedly he was told to be given a lot of work, not finished one work has been given another work, up and down the elevator. The rest of the day was spent resting on his feet. TIRED, so tired that's how he felt.