Twins Genius: Two CEOs

Breakfast at the office

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Last mouthful. When he finished, Aphrodite put the bowl in her hand on the tray. Bring a glass of drinking water and give it to Francisco who just finished chewing his food.

"Thank you." Francisco smiled as he gently sipped the water in the glass that Aphrodite was thrust into.

"Either. Oh yeah, don't forget the medicine and vitamins that the doctor gave me." Aphrodite grabbed the medicine on the nightstand and gave it to Francisco. The man ate the medicine that Aphrodite had just given him.

"I'm gonna put this all in the kitchen. After this I'll get you a change of clothes, you'll have to wash your face after that change your clothes."

"okay."

"Then wait a minute." Aphrodite reached for the tray on the nightstand and took it to the kitchen for washing.

...*...

Francisco opened his eyes slowly, the first thing he saw was Aphrodite who was now looking at him from a very close distance. The woman's eyes looked very serious, while Aphrodite's hand was clinging to her forehead.

Francisco glanced at Aphrodite's hand which was now clinging to his forehead.

"Your fever is up again" he murmured.

"really?" Sluggishly.

"Your body temperature is also rising again." Aphrodite showed me the thermometer she used to check Francisco's body temperature. "To this day you better not come to the office, you need to take a full break so that you recover quickly."

"I can't leave my job" Francisco said.

"Here you go, listen to my words this time. Don't be stubborn. If you insist on leaving you like you were yesterday, are you glad that you made me so worried about your situation?" Aphrodite glanced at him with a slight annoyance while her hand moved reinserting the thermometer in her hand into the P3K box in her grasp.

"But my work in the office is very much, in addition there are several projects whose deadline date is in sight. If I don't work today, there I'll be angered by clients for not being able to fulfill their wishes."

"You're sick. So don't go anywhere. I'll call your secretary to ask him to handle all your work." Aphrodite got up, grabbed her phone to call the Francisco secretary to ask her to handle all her work at the office and tell him that Francisco today would not be able to go in for work.

Fransisco could only remain silent without saying a word, Aphrodite seemed to really want him to stay home because she did not want the events of yesterday to happen again.

Shortly, after contacting his secretary; Aphrodite returned to her room and sat on the edge of the bed now occupied by Francisco.

"I've contacted him, and he said that he's willing to take your place to handle all your work all day, and if there's anything he'll ask me to call you."

"All right."

"Then you put your clothes on now, I'll take you to the bathroom to wash your face after breakfast. I'm weird to you anyway, you're sick but still you sleep without your shirt on. If it continues like this, especially in the condition of your body that is fever like this, you will get sick more. Especially the whole night the AC's on." Aphrodite shook her head in wonder at Francisco's strange habit of always sleeping without using her shirt.

"I won't be able to sleep well if I wear clothes" he muttered as he woke up, grabbed his pyjamas and put them on.

"Huft~" Aphrodite could only sigh in response to the quite unique habit of this man who became her husband.

After she finished wearing her pajamas, Aphrodite helped Francisco wash her face and brush her teeth in the bathroom.

Finished with his activities in the bathroom, Aphrodite then asked Francisco to sit waiting for himself in bed while he went downstairs to take the breakfast he had made for his meal.

...*...

Jordan stepped out of his room, approaching the dining room for breakfast. But his attention was first seized by the figure of Carla who is now chatting with her parents at the dining table.

"Huft~" Jordan let out a rude, downright nauseating sigh as the woman continued to harass him every morning by coming to her house and having breakfast with her family. Although their status is fiancee, but Jordan absolutely does not like women who often wear tight clothes that form the curves of his body.

The reason that made her dislike him was because she had already snatched the position of her beloved woman, because she was the woman she loved as well until this moment was lost without any news somewhere, no matter where, in addition, she is a annoying bully woman who can always make her emotions turbulent like water heated on a fire stove.

"Jordan." Carla turned to focus on her recently arrived self. On her beautiful face was engraved a smile.

"You're finally out, too. Let's sit down, and have breakfast. Look at all these breakfasts that Carla has made especially for us. Let's eat together and try the cooking. It's really delicious, you must like it," said the middle-aged woman who became her mother.

"Yes, sit down and try my food. You're gonna love it." Carla chimed. He walked over to Jordan, grabbed his hand and asked him to sit down.

Jordan was silent unmoved, he glanced at his unexcused hand in the embrace of this annoying lady beside him.

Jordan forced his hand. "No need, I have to go to the office to take care of my work. Today I have to finish the big projects I'm working on." He refused to look at his mother.

"But.. You can't go without breakfast first, right? At least sit down and have breakfast with us, if you work without breakfast, there you can't focus on working. So let's sit down and have breakfast with us." Carla insists.

"I can eat in the office" he said, staring intently at Carla, who instantly changed her face. The woman immediately silenced noiselessly.

"Then I'm leaving." Jordan steps away from there leaving Carla and her parents sitting at the dinner table. Both parents could only remain silent as they stared at the departure of his son who was getting away from his sight until his figure disappeared behind the door.

"Lately you know for yourself that Jordan is busy with his work. These days he often skips breakfast at home and more often breakfast at the office. You better get back to your seat and we'll have breakfast, and then Auntie will ask the driver to drive you to the office." The woman pulled Carla, asking her to sit back in her place.

"For a long time, this fed me up.." Carla sat down, under which her hands clenched trying to hold back her emotions in front of the two who would later become her in-laws.

Carla steps up to the dining table, sits there and starts focusing on breakfast with Jordan's parents.

...*...

Jordan drives his car out of his yard, runs his car to the office.

"He was completely consistent, even though I had repeatedly rejected him outright but still he was stubborn and kept coming and bothering me. I'm really fed up with his attitude" his grunts were annoyed. He continued to focus on the road that is now passed by him. Jordan stopped the engine of his car as soon as the red light on the road lit up, he was silent for a moment in his daydream.

"I wonder, what makes Carla different from her? Though Carla has a bad nature that makes me not like her, but why do mom and dad keep forcing her to match me? I don't think it out" thought Jordan who was now looking straight ahead with a blank look.

"If compared to him, Carla is nothing."

"Even when it comes to cooking, she's better than Carla. He's kind, warm, and can always make me feel good about his attention…"

"I miss him."

"Where is he now? I'd really like to see her again."

"One day if I ever see him again, I'll never let him go again and I'll fight to keep him by my side…"

"But... When can I meet him again?"

Once he realized, the street light already showed a green color which means the road. Rushing he drove forward his car before some of the other motorists behind grew angry.

...*...

Jordan parked his car in a normal place. Walking a little hastily towards the floor where his study was located, several times he passed by his employees who always bowed respectfully to him.

Arriving at the elevator, Jordan rushes to press a numbered button that shows the floor number where his office is located.

The elevator doors opened as soon as he arrived. He immediately walked into his room.

"Good morning sir." Greet his secretary as soon as he gets there.

"Morning." Sapa Jordan continued to step towards the entrance of her room. He stopped before opening the door of his room, Jordan turned to his secretary who was now back in his chair, his attention was still on Jordan.

His tears turned puzzled as soon as he found his superior now staring at him.

"Can I help you sir?" Ask the secretary.

"Prepare breakfast for me."

"Breakfast?"

"Yes. I didn't have time for breakfast at home, so please prepare and bring it to my room."

"Good, sir. What do you want breakfast with?"

"As usual I ask."

"alright. I'll get ready soon."

"Thank you."

"Together." The secretary moved from her place, stepping towards the cafeteria to pick up dishes for Jordan's breakfast. After that, we drove the food to Jordan's office.

After his secretary left, Jordan then stepped into his study. Sit on the couch and start waiting for the secretary to come back with the breakfast he asked for.

...*...

TUKS!

The secretary placed the dish in her hand on a glass table that was right in front of Jordan.

"Is there anything else you need?" Ask the woman while standing straight in front of her.

"Nothing, for now. But I just wanted to ask you, what about the ad? Has anyone applied to work in our office?"

"Newly some people who sent their work CV sir. But until now, the number of applicants has continued to increase. Why are you asking?"

"Newly some yes…"

"Yes, but it looks like by noon the number will continue to grow."

"alright. I asked because I myself would interview every employee who applied."

"Oh. so it seems."

"I want to make sure that what is received is a person who is really dexterous and works quickly. In addition, it will take longer if all this I leave to HRD. So I'm gonna step in and help her myself."

"That's what it looks like."

"Yes. Now you can go back to your desk, and in the afternoon there will be a notification from the HRD immediately tell me."

"good. Then excuse me."

Her secretary left her room alone, leaving her enjoying her breakfast time.

...*...

"What are you doing?" Francisco asked who found Aphrodite now busy with a laptop screen in her deck. Aphrodite turned to him for a moment.

"Actually yesterday I planned to find a job as soon as possible, so that I could work immediately. But since I knew you were sick yesterday, I didn't have time to find work because I was too busy worrying about you. So the plan is today I will look for job vacancies on the internet while waiting for you to recover" explained Aphrodite who then returned to focus on the laptop screen in her hand. His fingers now began to move on his laptop keyboard, looking for job vacancies on the internet.

"You seem so eager to work. Is that how happy you are, I'm allowing you to go back to work?" Francisco smiled faintly at Aphrodite whose face seemed radiant.

"Of course, because I'm tired of just staying at home. So I'd better get busy with work, right?"

"I'm glad to see you this happy," Francisco said.

"It's also thanks to you for giving me permission to help work."

The attention of Francisco and Aphrodite was seized by the sound of Francisco's cell phone now ringing on the nightstand not far from where Aphrodite is currently. She grabbed her phone and stared at the screen, which now showed a call from her husband's secretary.

"Who?" Ask Francisco.

"From your secretary. Looks like something important, I'll pick up." Aphrodite shifted the green button that instantly connected her to the figure of the woman across there.

"Hello? What's up, you calling? Is there anything important?" Ask Aphrodite quick.

"…"

"Before a moment" said Aphrodite, glancing at Francisco, who was now sitting beside her. He then thrust the cell phone in his hand towards the man. "Something she wants to tell you."

Francisco grabbed his cell phone and spoke to his secretary who is now in the office, taking care of all his work during the day.

"What's wrong?" Francisco asked as soon as he spoke to his secretary.

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