Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Unwillingly

Jamilah still standing straight in front of Jonathan's desk, he still did not want his boss to hold his phone.

"Why?" Jonathan glanced at a glance and then again pretended to pursue the documents in his hands. Saying nothing, he returned to his seat with a feeling of annoyance.

True he needs a job to connect his life, but over time the attitude of his superiors is like strangling him. He felt free and chained even outside of work hours. She is an independent and free woman, not accustomed to all forms of attention that seem to force it.

At work today, Jamilah is determined to do something for his sanity. He turned off his phone so that his boss would no longer bother him with vague questions.

The next morning, Jamilah was greeted with a tangled look from Jonathan. As soon as the boss entered the room, the cold and stiff air was immediately felt. Pretending not to know, he prepares a piece of paper that will be handed over to Jonathan.

"Where were you last night?" jonathan asked in a flat tone that charged.

"I'm home, sir."

"Why do I call your phone inactive?"

"Out of power, sir. Sorry."

"You intentionally?"

"No, Sir."

"Who are you going?" Jonathan began his way closer to Jamilah's place.

"I'm home, I'm not going anywhere." Let's start to get scared. Jonathan approached him like he wanted to ambush his prey.

"Lied!"

"I'm not lying." Stand up from your chair and walk a little backwards. He's really scared now. Jonathan was not like when he first knew him.

From a short distance now, Jamilah could see the basin under Jonathan's slightly dark eyes. Apparently this boss hardly sleeps all night.

"You don't like me to notice?"

"It's not. My phone is dead," said Jamilah. He hoped Jonathan could not see the lies in his tone of voice and eyes.

"You know what, I'm worried about you. You live in such a place alone." Jonathan started to slightly raise his tone.

"I'm sorry" Jamilah's great-grandson. He clasped a piece of paper folded in his hand.

"Get your phone. You know there's no cell phone at work." Jonathan stretched out his hand.

He feels unfairly treated, while he only works alone in Jonathan's room, his cell phone is only his only friend in loneliness when he is alone. While outdoors, other co-workers can joke and still be able to enjoy their freedom.

"You work directly under me, so the rules in this room I set." Jonathan's hand was still looking up asking for Jamilah's phone.

But not the phone Jonathan received, but the fold of paper that Jamilah handhelds since.

"What's this?" jonathan asked suspiciously. Let's close his lips, he's ready with all the possibilities. Jonathan's eyes were still watching him while his hand unfolded the paper Jamilah gave him.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed and his forehead creased deeply as he read Jamilah's name there with the caption resigning.

"What's this?" Jonathan held up a sheet of paper in front of Jamilah's face.

"I'd like to resign, sir."

"Ow, you don't need a job, you have a lot of money?" Jonathan said cynically.

"Father knows my circumstances, obviously I still need money. I resigned because I was offered a coworker at a restaurant near where I live." Jamilah not lie. When bored and upset with the pressure of attention from his boss but not expected, friends bring news if the place of work requires additional servants.

"What salary are you on there?" jonathan doesn't like it.

"Enough for the needs of my life, sir." Jamilah is reluctant to mention in detail the nominal.

"How much? you name it, I pay you more than that even two or three times," Jonathan said haughtyly.

"Sorry sir, there's no need. I do need money, but it's not the only thing that makes me resign."

"What made you resign? oww, maybe you have an affair with the owner of the restaurant? or with a friend who asked you to work there? are you promised what they are?" Jonathan continued to strafe him with questions and accusations that made no sense to him.

"Not." Jamilah. He was getting fed up with the behavior of his superiors.

"Then what?? I'm your boss, I deserve to know!" jonathan shouted in a voice almost shouting.

"I am not comfortable working with you" said Jamilah lowered his head.

"Who makes you comfortable? your friend took you out of here? your new boss at that restaurant? or maybe William asked you to get out of here. Oh, my God, Milah!"

"Sir Jo why the hell? I'm just resigning, why is the question going anywhere?" Jamilah's getting upset. He felt the words of Jonathan harassed him as a woman.