Young Master's Choice

Wrong Moment

"Good night, Mr. Hexa," welcome someone who is the manager at a nightclub.

As always, contacting the manager somewhere Hexa wants to go is Secretary Jo's job. The man who has worked with Hexa for a long time, does not want a single mistake to occur in the environment of his boss, all must be in control. Including asking the manager to welcome the arrival of Hexa at the door.

Hexa did not answer the greeting, it has become commonplace for men who are known to be cold-blooded. No one ever dared to hope to get an answer for a useless greeting.

"Show me the way" Secretary Jo said with a flat face, as cold as the employer Hexa followed for years.

Everyone said, that Secretary Jo had been overcome by Hexa's cold and cruel attitude.

"Good, Sir. Over here." The manager is courteous and respectful.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd and the noise of the place, plus the pungent smell of alcohol, made Hexa furious. However, it is also the place that is always the main target when there is a business meeting. It's used to it, but it still makes it seem like it wants to eliminate everyone who is there.

After arriving at the VVIP room, then the ear feels calm, there is no noise from outside, the room is also soundproof so that no one will hear the conversation inside.

There was already waiting for a middle-aged man, mustachioed and had a slightly brown complexion. He stood up and smiled at the arrival of Hexa.

Two women were beside him, and two more women were sitting on the sofa that was supposed to be occupied by Hexa.

"Welcome, Sir. It's an honor to work with you" said the man, bowing his head.

"Mr Hexa hasn't signed her contract yet. So, can you please be wiser sorting out the right words?" Secretary Jo replied.

"Pardon, Sir. I was wrong. It's an honor to meet Mr. Hexa, the youngest businessman to succeed in so many ways." The man seemed to be smiling awkwardly and fearfully, as well as rectifying his speech just now, replacing it with a licking sentence made Secretary Jo squeak inwardly. All hypocrites.

Hexa was still silent, while Secretary Jo who knew of her duties, was now standing staring intently at the two girls sitting on the sofa.

"Please stand from there" Secretary Jo said.

The two women looked up at the man standing near them, that flat, cold face scaring them.

"W-what, Mister?" Reflek asked without thinking first.

"I won't repeat my words" she said with a glare in her eyes that said she didn't want to ask too many questions.

"Good, Sir." The two stood up hurriedly, moving on both sides of the sofa.

Secretary Jo takes out tissue and disinfectant liquid that he always prepares every time he accompanies Hexa to meet outsiders. Spraying it on the sofa occupied by the two women, as if there are germs or viruses attached there that can cause transmission and interfere with the health of his young master.

After making sure everything was safe, he stood up straight and turned to Hexa. "Please, Young Master." Please give with respect.

The man with a tall body and near-perfect body proportions took a step and sat on the cleaned sofa earlier.

"If you want to have fun, choose the right time, do not disturb Mr. Hexa's calm when talking about work, women or work, you can choose one of them without taking both." The sternly reminiscent speech that came out from Secretary Jo's mouth was fixed on the middle-aged man.

Clearly, the man dictated by Secretary Jo put on a dislike face, but still smiled politely.

"I'm sorry, sir. Don't know if it turns out Mr Hexa doesn't like women?" the answer is a little self-defense.

"Can you just clarify your sentence?" the slanted smile from Secretary Jo looked terrible, of course it managed to make the man shrivel.

Mr. Hexa doesn't like women, that sentence sounds ambiguous. In other words it could be translated that the man said that his employer was an abnormal man.

"Give me the proposal." With a cold and intimidating tone, Hexa who had been silent, now made a sound. The room suddenly went quiet. If Hexa had spoken, then the others should not have spoken, no matter how small. Including Secretary Jo.

"Good, Sir." Not long after, the silence was stopped by the man in front of Hexa, while opening his briefcase and issuing a map containing proposals for cooperation.

"Please speak at the core" said Hexa, observing the proposal without looking at the man before her.

Quickly and straightforwardly the man explained the main purpose of cooperation, as well as the projects to be run, interspersed with the sentence of licking so that the submission of cooperation could be approved by Hexa.

Hexa was made dizzy by him, the throat came dry to hear him talk from A to Z, without a semicolon, straight like a motorway.

"Give me," Hexa pinta pointed at the glass filled with fizzy drinks on the table in front of her.

Quickly one of the women picked it up and handed it to the young master.

However, Hexa did not budge, not welcoming the filled glass presented by the woman standing next to her.

"Let go!" Secretary Jo snatched the glass from the woman.

"Did Mr Hexa ask you to take it?" Secretary Jo's face looked sour.

"But Mr. Hexa needs a drink" the woman replied in a panic.

"Did he say your name to get her a drink?" ask Secretary Jo again with a huffed face.

The woman nodded slowly. "No, Sir."

"Put yourself where you're supposed to be, don't spoil Mr. Hexa's atmosphere and calmness. Get out, have the waiter change for a new glass!" his words were firm without dispute.

"Good, Sir." Subjected in fear, the woman stepped slowly, grateful that she could come out alive and not be hurt. The other woman was behind. The man before them was terrifying, rather than dying on the spot, mending fled quickly.

While the man in front of Hexa seemed to be swallowing his saliva heavily, as if something was sticking up his throat. Without delaying any more time, he immediately asked the two girls beside him to come out, so that Hexa's mood could be calmer and more peaceful.

Now in the room there were only the three of them, with no women.

Not long after, the door was knocked and opened, the figure of the waiter wearing a red uniform came in and stopped their conversation.

The deg!

'God, am I in the wrong place? Why is he here?' Dhira cried out inwardly, his normal body temperature, instantly decreasing. So cold accompanied by sweat that suddenly appeared just like that.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm in the wrong room." Dhira had just wanted to turn around, but a heavy voice from Jo's secretary stopped her steps.

"You're not in the wrong room, miss." Pretending not to recognize.

"Ah, really?" Dhira as much as possible displays his smile. A fake smile with fear.

Whatisit?

Yes, a sinister smile was seen on Hexa's lips. Staring at Dhira with a calm sitting position.