The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Hiring a crazy woman

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"Cihhhsss fucking crazy girl! Why are so many crazy women wandering around in this world God!" arsandi exclaimed, looking up as if he was talking and complaining to the Khalik.

Brakes.

Danu opened the door to her work space at the Kenyang Layla Restaurant. Making Arsandi who was inside his aghast because of shock.

"Crazy, you can't relax a little if you open the door!" as Arsandi said, looking at Danu with annoyance.

"Waaah Mr. Danu, his end came too. Sir, I miss you!" mita exclaimed with a happy sparkle, to her two legs she stomped to the floor so pleased her.

"This crazy woman has made my Layla suffer! Because of you, Layla had to have surgery! What do you want real huh! Who told you to?" danu asked with a raised voice, his hands gripping Mita's face, staring at her sharply.

"What Master? So the woman is still alive? I stabbed her less deeply? Ah Sialll, I have to stab him many times so that he does not suffer for long in this world!" mita grumbled with annoyance, feeling guilty for not raining Layla many times.

Arsandi departs from his seat, shocked to hear the answer from Mita, the main perpetrator of the stabbing against Layla.

"Gosh, you're a woman. No feelings of pity or guilt, huh?" asked Arsandi thoughtlessly.

Danu removed her hand from Mita's face violently.

"Why do I feel guilty, you should thank me. I'm a hero to that Miss! He does not deserve to be called Miss. She deserves more to be babu, I'm Miss ahahahha, I'm Miss, Miss Mita." Mita chuckled back.

"Basic sintinggg!" sumpat Danu stared intently at Mita.

'It's true demonic woman! Who told him to! He was not even at all sorry for his actions!' batin Danu stared at the woman in front of her.

"But Miss is good, right? Is the operation going well?" asked Arsandi, now standing in front of Mita, there was no look of regret in the eyes of the woman.

"His operation went well, it's just that Layla hasn't gotten along yet. Still under the influence of drugs." Danu explained, answering Arsandi's question.

"So Miss is not yet awake, I hope that Miss will not be aware. I hope that Miss is dead ahahahha, dead sir. Your wife is dead ahahaha!" Mita chuckled after saying her, with a sparkling face of pleasure.

"Where is Jaya?" asked Danu who had not seen the whereabouts of the person she trusted to manage her restaurant.

"So it was outside" said Arsandi.

"Call him here, there's something strange about this kid!" Danu stared lazily at Mita, then stepped onto her oversized table.

"My new job!" murmured Arsandi, stepped out of Danu's study.

"Master! Let's get my hands off! I can give you a massage Sir! The master! Lookatme! I'm more than any gala compared to Layla! Layla is a jerk sir! He doesn't deserve you, sir!" mita shouted, with a changeable voice, a little sad, a little happy.

"How can Jaya hire a crazy woman in my restaurant! Really really outrageous. Now he's stabbing my wife, I don't know who else will be his victim!" grunts Danu.

He reopened his laptop and observed CCTV a few days back.

"Nothing is suspicious!" exclaiming Danu.

"I've brought the man!" exclaims Arsandi, step in with in follow Jaya.

"You guys sit down. There's something I want to ask you, Jaya!" tell Danu, look down sharply Jaya.

"I went back to the head office. There's still a lot of work I haven't finished." Arsandi tidied up his laptop and files on Danu's desk.

"If there's a problem, call me!" danu's message, staring at his friend and confidant.

"Yes, thank you for stopping that crazy woman!" Danu pointed at Mita with her lips.

"Master, I'm not crazy, I'm sane. I love you Mr Danu! Marry me Mr Danu! I won't refuse to be your wife!" mita exclaimed with her spoiled voice, looking at Danu expectantly.

"You see that, a crazy woman could like you!" god Arsandi hears Mita's confession and style of speech.

"For you, I don't need a crazy woman like her!" as for Danu, looking at Arsandi's annoyance.

Jaya stares fearfully at Danu, she is aware of her mistake of hiring Mita at the restaurant.

"Mr Danu, I love you, I love you. Let's take me to the upper hand, sir!" mita said again with a blink of an eye and her seductive voice.

"Aahaha." Arsandi chuckled at her.

"Hurry out of my room, I'm sick of seeing you!" Danu expelled Arsandi.

"I don't feel like I've been here for long either! I'm leaving!" pamit Arsandi with his black handbag.

"Sir, let's go to the head!" shouted Mita again, with two legs that went along stomping the floor.

Danu threw her breath out violently. Danu's ears were completely tainted with the exclamation of Mita's lips.

"You see what? Quickly sumpll the mouth of that crazy woman!" tell Danu, when memgetoki Jaya who was staring at him was afraid.

"I-yes sir, I'll do." Jaya got up from her seat, doing what Danu asked.

"Hore, Jaya sir is a good person. Come on sir, here. quickly let go of my hand first! Pak Jaya is the best." exclaimed Mita happily, thinking if Jaya approached her, to help her untie her bond.

"Because of you, I almost threatened to lose my job!" gerutu Jaya in front of Mita.

"Come sir, what are you waiting for! Bukaine!" whinek Mita with spoiled, her gaze teasing Jaya.

"Bas with you, crazy woman!" umpat Jaya, took out her handkerchief from her pants pocket.

"Sir, what do you want to do with a handkerchief? I don't need a handkerchief sir!" whining Mita with pursed lips.

"You talk a lot Mita! Not his apologies, has hurt the boss' wife, you even. ah already, free to talk to you! Sintinggg ladies!" umpat Jaya now ties a handkerchief in Mita's mouth.

"Emmmmmmmmmm!" Mita tried to speak, but her voice was restrained with a clot from a handkerchief in her mouth.

"Jaya, how can you hire a crazy woman like her?" tanya Danu, look at Mita's CV.

"He proposed to himself as a servant sir. From the start, Mita didn't show if she was a woman with mental retardation, sir!" terang Jaya's.

"What about his behavior while here? Are you sure there's nothing suspicious about him?" tanya; Danu with a probing look.

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