Boss Babe
Quickly Break Up Yes?

A month has passed since I officially became the secretary of Mr. Ken, my boss and the second-highest throne holder in this company after his father. Although his age was in the early thirties but his behavior was lashing out SD boy kebelet circumcision.

"Bos you ask made coffee tuh, Neng." a man with a disorder called Febian that approached me with his style of woody. His job as an assistant is more intilin the boss and serve his needs when outside the office, while I'm the cage guard.

"He uh." My eyes are still glued to the laptop screen, just five minutes ago the boss asked me to make a draft presentation for a meeting this afternoon, and now he's been rumbling again. My ass is not allowed to sit comfortably, wonder.

"Hunting his people wooing tuh." Bian ngetok-ngetok table to attract my attention.

I did not respond because it was awkward again, my brain and typing my hands while singkron composing sentence by sentence. I used to underestimate the work of secretaries, my assumption they are just beautiful capital and become a display in the superior structure. But it turns out I was wrong, the work of the secretary is very deviated from the job desk. I not only take care of the schedule or things related to administration, but I also have to serve the keempongan boss.

"Wooy!" usual sissy, but if the khodamnya out gini shocked also me.

I sizzled annoyed before standing up, not kesel on Bian anyway, but the same mastermind who likes to make me bother at all times.

"Then you used to be buttoned lo." Bian told me before I went into Mr. Boss' room. I welcome his good intentions with a thumbs up, he has been kind enough to remind me not to be reckless in dressing.

In front of the door that was painted black and carved majestically, I tidied up the appearance first for a while. Buttons only I sisain the top one, blazer safely cover the buttocks and my hair all to cover the breast.

Since I became a doi secretary, my clothes have become conservative. Because I wanted Brian's warning on the first day I set foot on this floor. He said if I don't want to make the boss' eyes bulge, I should at least wear an '80s-era work shirt where the size of all combs.

But I'm not as sure as it is, I still wear the old work clothes just more selective, the curves of my body cover with blazer throughout the working hours I did not escape, at all, especially if Mr. Ken is in the office, then do not wear a white shirt or thin. Make up me from the past like this, the cave does not like menor. I also reduce the use of perfume, just use a little as a condition.

Bothering huh? Do I have to imitate the fashion style of Ibu yuli and wear hijab huh? It is difficult if you have an avid boss if you see a beautiful girl with long hair and white skin whistling. Just have a crush Mbak Kunti yekan, given the bonus of his back.

Not that I praise myself pretty, but in fact Ken knows good stuff. If I can give judgment, even though he is a native but really loves foreign products, then I will tell you why I can think so. Now let's make a standard coffee with starback cravings.

"Excuse me." I walked in without waiting.

"Not wearing a skirt?" His eyes follow me.

No, I've guessed for sure my material pants must be the language this morning.

"Wet, sir." I headed straight for the tray where the sajen-sajen for the big boss was presented. In addition to coffee making equipment and materials, there are also various imported sweet snacks available.

"When you only have one?"

"Yes." Let me briefly answer it while turning on the water heater set at 120 degrees, can not be less and can not be more. Ken likes brewed coffee that is directly doused with boiling water. The coffee beans should amount to 50 grains, of which 20 are roughened and the rest mashed. Pack sugar two and a half spoons. How to stir ten times to the right and fifteen times to the left, last do not forget to throw bubbles on it.

There is no automatic coffee maker here, because Ken again assesses things that smell authentic included in the presentation of a cup of concentrated drinks.

"Your answer isn't very pleasant?" even though Ken was talking to me, but I don't want to bother looking. Soon the water was boiling, and I was carefully eating the cup. The cup is not just any cup, which must be made in Europe and not locally made.

I never saw him love Indonesian products. The dress was just Gucci output, try to shadow yourself how strange my boss is.

"I'm here to work, not to nyenengin mister." my response rada sengak. I don't care about being kicked out as a secretary, because that's exactly what I expected.

"What if you want to touch me?"

"No interest, sir."

"Try first, only interested." how to talk like a sales person in tiktokshop.

I'm done making coffee, after I say the cup immediately I bring it on the table.

"You have a boyfriend."

"Have it." I'm honestly in trouble to have a hand, yes time is hidden from Mr. Ken while the whole office already knows.

"One only?"

Huh huh? According to the ideal courtship people filled how many people? She is, actually fiancee only one, but her boyfriend a lot. One of my duties as a good and generous secretary, I must be able to coordinate the women so that the schedule does not clash with each other.

Ken collected various types of beautiful and sexy girls, ranging from those who work as artists to children of his father's colleagues were also treated. Must be beautiful and above average, the ability of the brain is in the order of umpteenth, and there is an added bonus if the birth is half bule. Don't know also the reason he's avid same sexy girl of mixed blood, or even already fetishnya times yes. Whatever he does, his taste is none of my business.

It's safe, I don't get into the criteria of Ken's dream girl. I do not feel beautiful and sexy because, my appearance is also in accordance with the standard of corporate slaves who pay mediocre. Although people say my face like a sneak, but I really pure blood. I am a Javanese, bokap and nyokap native to Surabayaa. There is a little Chinese blood from the great-grandfather, so my eyes are narrowed.

But still yes he really likes to see me like a lion who wants to see his prey, even though I have been wearing a dress as polite as possible.

Hii, I'm afraid loch. Run away ah ah. "Is there anything else, sir?"

"Masayu?"

I'm gawking, why is he getting his fiancee on me? My mother, I know her not.

"Did you not read my chat?" His eyes are looking at me.

"Chat on my number or one?" I'm referring to Ken's iPad which is devoted to handling the females. Doi mandates me to respond, redirect chats and calls, and block out unauthorized numbers. Or subtle language I was told to 'get rid of' the girlfriends when Ken was tired of them.

As a result, I was also the one who was finally chased after the defender of Mr. Boss to demand an explanation because they themselves had difficulty reaching the man. Plus that fucking Ken has a principle, if he's never going to take back the trash he's thrown away, he's a jerk who's cunning venereal criminals.

"Cancel our dinner schedule, I'm so lazy to see him."

Again, and again. Directly dear, what is my fate after I tell this impromptu cancellation to his fiancee. The noble girl must immediately yell at me, then arbitrarily she will tell me to connect her phone to her lover until it can be connected. But unfortunately the guy does not care, even doi engrossed in spite of the others.

I'm sorry, bree. Even though it's only been a month I've been forced to get used to handling all the mess that my own boss created. Fate, fate. "Good, Sir. Cheryl's mother was also a phone, ask to be sent to the party emen— birthday"

"Skip's."

I keep remembering. "Mother Michelle? Skip too."

"Printer." Mr. Ken smiled.

"okay." I nodded, understanding that the two that were skipped meant that Mr. Boss was no longer interested in dealing with the females at least for tonight.

"Next night you come home with me, accompany me to dinner" he said suddenly.

Lah, loh. I am the one being targeted. "I'm sorry I can't. I'm coming home with my girlfriend, sir."

"Once in a while it doesn't matter, right?" Mr. Ken sipped his steaming cup, I'm relieved that today's coffee mix escaped the criticism of doi.

"Pity my girlfriend if not won." I reasoned. "Of course we go every day and go home together, it's a habit to wait for each other."

"Where's your boyfriend working?"

"Here too, sir."

Mr. Ken's eyebrows are up. "Oh yeah? What part?"

"Taxes."

"Staff? Or is it the supervisor?" ask again.

"Unfortunately still an ordinary staff, sir. Even though he has worked here five years but he has never been promoted." I all help my girlfriend, who knows succeed.

"I can actually help but..." Ken can read my thoughts. "Please answer my question first. Are you planning on getting married or just having a regular date?"

Because the language makes me excited, I pull one chair and put my butt there. Although I have to break my own rules not to linger in the room of Mr. Boss, but it's okay to open the way for Raffa. "We've been dating for seven years, sir. The goal must be marriage, this age still want to play games."

"Did he propose to you?"

"Not yet." I feel again scraped by personal information.

"Why not? He said he didn't want to mess around?"

"He's not well-established, sir." I'm honest. "It looks like he's insecure because I got a promotion and a promotion, my current salary is two strips higher than he's."

Mr. Ken is tapping his fingers on his desk. "If I help your boyfriend, is there a guarantee he won't marry you anytime soon?"

"Do I need to bring my son here, sir? Let me ask you myself."

Mr. Ken made a gesture of refusing. "No need. You're representative enough."

"So what, sir? You can help, right?" I don't want to be pushy, but I still have high hopes. Come on, Mr. Ken, fix your image in my eyes. With him helping Raffa, automatically he will also get the highest respect from me. Really, I'm not lying.

After staring at me for a long time, Mr. Ken finally made up his mind. "OKAY. I would recommend your boyfriend with his eyes closed. But don't blame me if after this he'll leave you."

I was already excited to be immediately offended to hear his last sentence. "What do you mean by talking like that? If you don't want to help already, but don't consider all guys the same as you."

Mr. Ken even laughs I ignited emotions. "All guys are the same, Kenes. Playboy means gay. Around you, there's me and Bian. You can guess which one of us, right?"

"My father is normal and loyal to his wife." I refute with a ketus. "They've been married for 30 years and still look fine to this day. Can you underestimate your own father?"

"Sama dong, my father is still with my mother." Mr. Ken doesn't bother with my words. "While according to research I read, men can love more than one woman in their lives, even simultaneously. Such a condition could be said to be very normal."

"Normally, a good guy won't open up to a lot of women. He must have strong control to stay faithful. If you can't be like that, it means you're not normal." I'm enough to serve this guy's babble, I immediately stood up and turned away without saying goodbye.

Before I made it to the door, Mr. Ken shouted at me insolently. "The chips broke up, huh? Here's how I don't like the meticulous flowers that grow on people's fences."

Pig swears me, gone is all my respect for this fucker boss.