Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Milk girl

Jonathan continued to curse while turning back the files on the meeting table. Nothing was in his brain.

"I usually practice directly, if you tell me to read gini males!" Jonathan threw the file on the table.

Krueyukkk ... Hardly think to make his stomach wriggling.

"Mooy, please order breakfast dong, rice wrap in front of the office," pinta Jonathan in a seductive tone through intercom.

"Sorry sir, the clock's office boy on break."

"Yes you dong baby, please buy me breakfast below ya." Jonathan began to launch his deadly seduction words.

"I'm sorry sir, I've done a lot of work."

"Well, aren't you my secretary, working for me?" Jonathan had started to not be able to resist his anger because he was hungry and tired.

"I'm Mr. Alex's secretary, his job is for Mr. Alex hehehe" Cimoy said without hesitation.

"Gfhsjskexxxsl!" Jonathan growls and turns off the intercom between Alex's room and Cimoy's desk.

Jonathan glanced at his wrist, his Bones watch brand showing at 10 o'clock, still too early to wait for a delivery of food from Mama.

The frenzy in his hull forced Jonathan to drag his feet out of the room. Upon opening the door, he was greeted with an apologetic smile from Cimoy.

Just look later, if I'm officially in this office I'll demote you to office girl! Jonathan did not return Cimoy's smile, he simply raised the corner of his lips cynically.

Arriving on the first floor, the lobby atmosphere was very crowded with young men and women, wearing black and white clothes.

"There's a demo?" ask Jonathan for security.

"Not sir, again in line for a job interview."

"Ow," he said, then continued walking towards the outside door. His steps came to a halt as his eyes caught a familiar look on his face.

"The milk girl." Jonathan inched behind the pillar, then continued his spying on the girl he was after.

"Who's up, sir?" ask a security officer.

"Sttt!" Jonathan placed his index finger in front of his lips with his eyes still fixed on the agitated-looking milk girl among the other suitors.

"Who, Sir?" the security guard asked in a whispering voice and went to hide behind Jonathan's body.

"Pretty ga?" ask Jonathan.

"Which one?" The security guard extended his neck.

"That's the one whose hair is pant*at keeps his bangs."

"Come on, part of the pan*tat kok sampe in the head?"

"In the middle of the point ... uh, why are you hiding here!" Jonathan only realized that the security guard was down behind his body.

"So I thought I was told to play detective-detective." The security guard was embarrassed.

"Abroad! here you I give you a task. They are here to apply for a job. You told the receptionist, whose hair was on the bangs, there was a special test from the leader. Buy rice wrap in front, then take it straight to my room. Wanna?"

"Master, Sir."

"Here's money. Shucks!" Jonathan pushed the body of the security guard to walk faster.

Jonathan returns to his hideout and observes the security guard talking to the receptionist. Although the receptionist was a little suspicious, the security officer managed to convince.

Then the receptionist began to call the milk girl, and gave the order as Jonathan mandated. The girl seemed to frown upon hearing the receptionist who was conveying something. Eventually, he walked outside the building.

Not long after, the milk girl returned with one plastic bag in her hand. Jonathan immediately ran up to Alex's room and turned the CEO's oversized chair back to the table.

With a thumping heart Jonathan waited for the milk girl to enter the room.

"Sir, is there a food message?" Cimoy's voice rang out as the door opened.

"Ehem, yes. Tell me to come in," said Jontahan in a slightly raised voice to sound sexy.

"Come in, Mba." Cimoy widened his eyes when he heard Jonathan's voice change, and he allowed the milk girl to enter the room.

"Excuse me, Sir. It's the rice." A familiar voice sounded in Jonathan's ears.

"thank you. There's a spoon as well as a plate?"

"If there isn't, how can I eat?" jonathan said in a position still turned his back to the milk girl, "You take it in the pantry."

"Good, sir." There were footsteps, Jonathan peering out from behind the chair, "Eh, where is the pantry, sir?" suddenly the milk girl turned around. Jonathan almost fell out of his chair due to a loss of balance.

"You ask other employees!" he was annoyed at being surprised by the milk girl's sudden movements.

"Okay, sir," said the milk girl and half ran out of the room.

After a long wait, the girl came back with a sting.

"It's a spoon as much as a plate, sir." Jonathan's hands flailed behind the chair trying to touch the rice wrap and the tableware.

"Sit down" Jonathan said after the rice pack and equipment he managed to reach.

"Whose name?" jonathan asked, and he began to put a spoon of rice in his mouth. His hunger and curiosity became one and equally unstoppable again.

"Smon."

"Hook ... uhuk!" Jonathan smacked his chest because a piece of tofu was gawking into his throat as he was about to laugh at the milk girl's name.

"Drink, sir?" The girl shifted the glass to make it easier for Jonathan to reach her.

"What part of you are here?" ask again after making sure the piece knows it's back on the right path.

"It says nothing for the general part."

"What graduate school?"

"SMK."

"Lord?"

"18year."

"Have a girlfriend?"

"He? sorry sir?"

"You have a boyfriend yet? this is an important question, because if women already have a boyfriend, sometimes new work has asked out because they want to marry."

"Ow, not sir. I don't have a boyfriend and I don't want to date."

"So you want to get married?"

"Not yet, long." The milk girl giggled in shame.

"Where is your house?"

"On the road of the contest."

"Well are you here, that's far enough."

"Retail the bike to the terminal, keep the bike on the tipin there and then continue well the bus."

Jonathan mangosteen heard the explanation of the milk girl named Jamilah. For some reason, the girl caught Jonathan's attention.

"Okay, I'm done eating. Thank you for helping me eat." Jonathan threw the rice wrapper into the trash can, still turning his back to Jamilah.

"Oh, yes one more. Are you quick to memorize and understand something new?"

"If given the opportunity I want to try, sir," said Jamilah with enthusiasm.

"Okay, I'll be told again. Write your cell phone number on paper."

"Already, Sir. Can I come back, sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Thank you, sir."

Jonathan turned his chair around to make sure Jamilah was no longer in his room. His smile grew wide with a perfectly arranged plan in his head.

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Sorry ya slow up, because there is an additional task 🙏. It was also planned up before 12 but stopped by the author favaoritku novel that has so many new full moon up again tonight 🤭. If friends follow also surely know who I mean this 😁