Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Hi, Jamilah

"Sir, someone's looking for." Cimoy's bright yellow-haired head, poking out from behind the door.

"Who?" asked Jonathan lazily. He is still struggling with a pile of documents that are in volumes.

"Tauk," said Cimoy with the face of his judges.

"Send in." Jonathan is lazy to serve his brother's secretary who does not appreciate him. He wondered how his brother could survive having a secretary similar to the scarecrow.

"Excuse me." The voice of Jamilah the milk girl sounded soft in Jonathan's ears.

He kept on trying not to look first. In his heart Jonathan was amused at the thought of the girl being surprised to see her in the lead room.

"Sit down." Jonathan sat down to Jamilah. This time he was sitting on a meeting table chair instead of the CEO chair, "My day care is there?" Jonathan's hand flailed behind the chair.

"It's Sir." Jamilah handed a plastic bag containing rice wrap to Jonathan's hands. He extended his neck, trying to peek at the appearance of his boss, but still could not be seen clearly.

"Have breakfast?" jonathan asked with his mouth full.

"Already, sir."

"From today you work as my assistant. You ready?"

"Ready, sir." Jamilah answered out loud. Jonathan held back his smile hearing Jamilah's excited voice.

"Your salary while UMR standard is nothing?"

"It's okay, sir. I'm welcome to work here already very happy."

"If you work here, how do you sell milk?"

"Don't you know I sell milk?"

"Uhhuukk! .. drink, please get me a drink." Jonathan stood up from his seat. He pointed a glass at his desk.

"Youyou??" Jamilah urung get you a drink. He was stunned when he saw the man who broke his bottle of milk a few days ago.

"Yes .. Cepet drink it first." Jonathan held his neck that felt stuck because of the choking.

"It." Jamilah handed the glass to Jonathan with a questioning face.

"Haaahh .. thanks. You sit there." Jonathan pointed at the chair in front of his desk, while he sat in Alex's oversized chair.

"Why are you here?" chase Jamilah curious.

"You can ...."

"Supervice?" guess Jonathan. Jamilah nodded doubtfully, "That said I'm your driver."

"So you? ...."

"Leader ... still want to work here?" Jonathan developed a smile of victory.

Let's nod our heads. His family's poor economic condition made him have to work hard at a young age.

"Okay, Jamilah introduce my name Jonathan. Remember, put your boss's name in your heart and heart."

"While your salary is UMR standard, if your work is good, it is not impossible to raise salary," said Jonathan formality as the leader in general. In fact, to pay Jamilah as much as UMR standards alone, he must be willing to leave his football life.

"Do you know what you're doing here?" Jamilah shook his head in response to Jonathan's question.

"Your work is easy, it does not require special skills. Just reading out loud."

"Reading?"

"Yes, read all the documents on that table out loud until I hear them."

"That's it?" I feel strange about his work. Recently he heard there was enough work to read only.

"Yes, you learn too. So, if I forget, I can ask you."

"How's it?"

"good. So I have to read the documents until you hear."

"One more thing, I'm here your boss. Call me Father ... Mr. Jonathan" said Jonathan, affirming the pronunciation of his name, "Let's repeat ... Mr. Jonathan."

"Okay, Mr. Jonathan."

"Feed." Jonathan held up his two thumbs.

"Okay, it can start from now on. You sit here, don't get away from me and read this clearly, loudly and don't rush." Jonathan gave Jamilah a company profile book.

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