When My Boss is Looking for Love

Chapter 11

Galas had just arrived at the office when a small debate between the receptionist, Diana and Gayung ensued.

"What's this?" he asked, making the two people who were arguing was immediately silent.

"This is Mr ... Andara, just yesterday asked for a pen now ask again, the other children also like that, sir. Moreover, the children are packing the same warehouse. Every day the markers disappear and the reason continues. Though I have stocked a lot, no week is over." Diana complained to her superior with confidence, believing that her super calculated boss would definitely defend her.

"Why can that be, Andara?" ask Galas. The curly-haired girl played her fingers, racking her brain in search of an excuse. He himself did not know where the pen disappeared. As he remembered he only put it on the desk organizer or in the drawer of his work desk.

"I don't know either, sir." They choose honestly.

"Why can't you know?" ask Sharp galas.

"Suddenly gone, sir," he replied innocently.

Silence for a moment, like thinking of something.

"Diana." Galas turned his eyes to the receptionist.

"Yes, sir" said Diana.

"Improve to all employees, from now on there are no more free stationery facilities," Galas said.

It does this to teach employees the responsibility of looking after their own personal belongings. Because he gave it away for free, they were so petty. It would be different if they bought it themselves.

"Good, sir." Diana smiled triumphantly.

"Lumayan is also selling the same marker pen," murmured Diana as she glanced at Gayung triumphantly. Gayung did not have time to respond because his tail caught Galas giving a code to follow him.

"Why, Sir?" ask Gayung.

"Don't call me, sir." Gratitude ticked not like.

"But this is in the office" protested Gayung.

"Don't argue, this is an order" he said. "Wait here."

Galas entered his room and soon came out again giving him a pen.

"Take care, it's an expensive pen" he said before turning to Gayung's hand. "Don't lose it again."

"Thank you, Pa. .. uh Brother ...."

"Hem."

"I'll excuse you." The giraffe still speaks formally.

"His work spirit." The movement of Galas' hands rattling his hair reflexively made Gayung pull him over.

"Sir Galas ...," protested Gayung.

"There's a quick work, don't eat blind pay," he said arrogantly, making a whimper escape from the tiny lips of Gayung. He immediately rushed into his room without looking back.

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"So, really well our boss, handsome but stingy," dumel Sasha who just returned from Diana's place. Gayung smiled little to hear the curses of his coworkers. He was also upset because of the same problem.

"You know, now the stationery we have to buy itself, because the children often say, he said, my goodness ... anyway how much a pen costs, marker." Sasha continued her dumelan.

"Well the price is not how much but the same time all employees here, if every day of them eliminate one pen or one marker, and others. How much is the expenditure," Bimo said wisely.

"Well but, right, not every day is also a loss ...." Sasha dropped her body into the lap of her swivel chair. "Andara, buy pulses, dong."

"The usual number, right, brother?" Gayung pulled a drawer and grabbed an old-fashioned cell phone from there. " What is it, brother?"

"Goceng aja," replied Sasha. Gayung skillfully compartmentalized his cell phone.

"Australia ....." A powerful voice made the white girl jump into her shock. Once the focus he fiddled with the old-fashioned cell phone to not realize the presence of the number one in this office.

"Yes, sir." The giraffe reflexively stuffed the black phone into the drawer again.

"What are you doing?" galas asked, his chin pointing at something he had just hidden.

"Eh, uh .. send a pulse, sir," he replied honestly with a formal attitude. In his heart, he will not be scolded not only for having a side selling pulses. Please be kind Galas, I am only looking for additional money to buy snacks, inwardly.

"You sell pulses?" tanyanya sharp.

"Yes, sir." Gayung.

"The salary I give you is still lacking?"

"No, sir," replied Gayung. Even if you have the courage to say yes, let the salary be raised. But how dare he say that.

"Then?" Error continues to interrogate him. All of those inside the room no one dared to make a sound seeing how their current Boss's expression was.

"I ... I just want to look for extras, sir, make ... snack." Gayung shrinks the volume of his voice when he mentions the word "jokan" at the end of his sentence. Is that embarrassing? Is he too honest? his inner.

"From now on there is no need to sell pulses anymore, I will raise your salary. I do not want your concentration disturbed by other things outside of work, because if you make a mistake, I will be harmed. Understood?" said Galas with his arrogance.

"Huh?" Gayung even put on a face full of questions to hear Galas will raise his salary. This serious?

"Do you understand what I mean?" The distance is closer between them.

"Understand, sir, understand." Gayung nodded with his awkward smile. But Galas kept looking at him as if waiting for him to say something.

"Thank you, sir." Fortunately Gayung quickly realized, a sincere smile he threw for his Boss who looked proud like he had just done a great virtue.

"Hemm, more work."

"Yes, sir." Gayung glanced at the handsome figure moving away from him towards Jay's study.

"Yes aampuun .. very cool oath our Boss," said Sasha who seemed to have forgotten that he had previously laid a stingy on the same person. "You dong get on the payroll too" she told Gayung who could only grin at horses.

"So he said stingy ...." Bimo reminded Sasha of the words that no ten minutes had passed.

"Where is it ... Mr. Galas complete package, there is a handsome, there is tajirnya, there is good heart, there is fierce, there is ... Ommo Ommo dream of it." Sasha giggles herself with anxiety. Gayung and Bimo look at each other.

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