Two Rings of the CEO

Flat And Cold

Start your day with prayer, and start your morning with a smile. Zara encouraged herself and began to do the work that had become her duty. Clean all rooms from ground floor to top. After making sure everything looked clean and tidy, the girl rushed to clean up and tidy up the appearance before the other employees arrived.

Staring at the reflection of his body reflected, Zara smiled knotfully with her neat appearance. Feeling the worms in his stomach began to protest asking for food rations. The girl who was grimly black walked quickly to the kitchen and began to choose the ingredients she wanted to cook in the refrigerator.

"Oh my God, what am I supposed to cook? I think the guards in front are as hungry as I am." Zara muttered while still thinking, what kind of food he was going to make.

What if it's fried rice? Ah no-no, it'll take a long time. How about some fried noodles? Ah not really! They will certainly get hungry again quickly if they only eat noodles.

Zara looked modar mandir and opened the refrigerator door several times. After the inner war in choosing the right menu, finally the dimpled girl dropped her choice on fried rice dishes.

Although it takes a long time, considering rice as the main ingredient he has not tanak. But the girl believes that rice makes her more powerful in living her tough days.

Prepare all the items and ingredients for cooking. Zara looks deft, in processing food. While waiting for the rice inside the rice cocker to ripen perfectly, the girl began to concoct, slicing complementary ingredients such as kitchen spices and various kinds of seafood.

Delicious aroma burst into the spacious kitchen. Until not how long, Seafood fried rice that looks appetizing with a puff of smoke still appears to wander beautifully on it.

Zara deliberately cooked in large quantities. There were 4 guards living with him. With a big smile Zara carried a large tray filled with fried rice along with plates and spoons to the guard post in front of the flower shop area.

Some people who were aware of the girl's existence, looked flabbergasted and looked at her in disbelief.

"Good morning, gentlemen, have you had breakfast?" asked the sweet girl with a smile on her lips.

"No, yet" answered the 4 guards in unison.

"This is no meal for the Father, although it may not be as good as cooking the wives of the Father at home, but at least it can to prop up a hungry stomach." Zara then put the tray to a large table in the post.

"Thank you very much Mba, for the food. We are very grateful to return. Luckily Miss Anastasya has not had time to send food to us" said the middle-aged guard who helped Zara some time ago.

"Alright, enjoy the Fathers." Zara bowed her head politely to the 4 guards who were still standing looking at her. Then turn the body, leave the guard post and enter the tuko.

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As usual, Anastasya's flower shop became a hunt for buyers. Among some neatly arranged florists, Anastasyalah's property is the most in demand.

Flowers are still fresh and diverse, being the main reason for consumers. Not infrequently the employees are overwhelmed to meet the growing demand of consumers. But thanks to their persistence and professionalism, all orders remain completed at the appointed time.

After lunch, Zara took the time to observe the process of flower arrangement more closely. How those beautiful flowers can be transformed into various shapes and orders.

The girl who had never played around with flowers before, was still very confused. Luckily the other employees painstakingly taught Zara slowly and guided her patiently.

As Zara was mingling with the other employees, Anastasya approached and walked towards her.

"Zara, I'm waiting for the meal order to come. Can you wait for the courier up ahead? And drop it up when it arrives. My husband will come here" Anastasya said.

"None right." Zara smiled widely and stepped her feet towards the exit of the shop. When he began to open the door made of translucent glass, from the opposite direction appeared a man seemed to pull the door handle until it was wide open. The bodies of the two almost clashed, if the man was not alert and took a few steps back.

"Sorry sir, I was completely unintentional" said Zara, whose face was pale.

"Nothing, I didn't see you either. Please come out first." The man dressed in a formal suit spoke flat. His attitude looked cold and seemed stiff.

"Thank you, sir." Without warning, Zara then walked quickly leaving the cold man who almost hit her, with breathing still irregular, Zara chose to wait in the chair outside the guard post. The weather was not too hot, but the sweat began to flood all over the body.

"Mba, why are you sitting here?" ask the bodyguard who met the girl again.

"Good God, you surprised me. I'm just waiting for the delivery courier to eat."

"Oo..," the guard replied understandingly as he nodded his head.

"Call me Zara, sir, to be more familiar."

The middle-aged guard smiled widely and sat down on the empty seat that was at Zara's side, then extended his dull hand. "Include Nak Zara, I'm Hendro. People used to call me Mr. Hendro."

Zara received a helping hand from the man named Hendro and took it off for a while. "Well Mr. Hendro," Zara replied.

Not long after the food delivery courier arrived. The courier handed Zara some white plastic wrap. After the courier left, the girl wearing a knee canal, first greeted Mr. Hendro before re-entering the flower shop with a bag of food.

As per Anastasya's request, Zara headed straight for the upper floor where the kitchen and dining table were located. Moving her legs lightly, her smile expanded instantly as her net met a glance with Anastasya. The beautiful woman smiled and sat facing him. While a man who was probably a suwami from Anastasya, sat down opposite him.

The position of the man who turned his back on Zara, making the girl unable to see his face. But if examined carefully, the posture and clothes seemed familiar to Zara.

"Zara's."

Zara was aghast, as she subconsciously looked at the wide back of the gray-coat barbalut. "I-iya Miss," Zara replied slightly stuttering.

"Bring the food here" Anastasya asked kindly.

Nodding. The girl approached the dining table, and dropped off several boxes of food in front of Anastasya and her husband.

"Arka, I've ordered your favorite meat soup." Anastasya opened the box with the help of Zara.

"Thank you," the man replied in a flat voice.

Zara was able to hear the loudness of the tone of the Nonanya husband. How the man seemed ordinary to receive sweet treatment from his wife. Making him surrounded by curiosity to look up, and look at the face of a man who seemed to have no gratitude to have a wife as good as Anastasya.

Glutton..

Zara gulped down her rough saliva and almost dropped the food box in her hand, when she found out who was the flat, cold figure of Anastasya's husband.

Whahuh? Wasn't this master who almost hit me earlier? Is this really Miss' husband. What a pity your fate, miss, she is not at all gentle like you.