Boss Babe
Agreement

Usually the menu of my month responsibility is the coolest Indomie and stuck chicken kentaki roadside. That's just look for discounts first or a joint rame-rame buy a package save porters portion. Sometimes it's just for breakfast the next day. I do not know the name of the calorie content, my guidelines are not far from the stomach full of pleasure especially the price does not make meriang. After being invited to eat elite — which is actually elite and classy — my brain so nervous, do not understand at all how the story eats a knife twin seven just different size and serigi. This wants lunch or selection to be a sacrificial committee anyway?

I refrained from being tacky, like HP's outhouse kept snapping and showing off at the instastory. Don't forget the love caption language enggres ala-ala I passed the circle of the match.

"Ngapain dumbfounded?" All of a sudden, one slice of A5 wagyu meat strayed into my mouth.

"Sir! Uh," My mouth is instantly full. As soon as the meat was met with my tongue, my eyes immediately began to melt. Nom. nom. hmm. yummy gais vow no lie. This whole new year of expensive meat. Different is much the same as rendang meat in the field stall. The tenderness was loh.. it felt smudged in the mouth. The spice seeps inward and fits perfectly on the tongue. The texture is soft. Not hard, not soft either. Ngunyah does not use energy. Tau-tau my mouth perked up by itself when Mr. Kale gave a second bribe.

"Nake?" I saw the grin at the corner of his lips, which I don't know how many percent he meant to sneer

i'm.

"Emh." I'm honest. I want to say not good, muna. Ngeiyain is getting more and more avid, his boss. But the thumbs up anyway, like a tagline advertising soy sauce if the taste is never a lie.

Once thought in my head, it turns out this is how good it is to be a rich man. Every day they eat class. In addition to mehong, the quality of the material is also not canned. The question is, will their poop remove diamond gems? Does the yellow color tend to be gold and shine bright? Hiya.

"Do you like my menu choices?"

"People." My mouth is full. "The flesh is tender, savory, and smelly in the mouth."

"That means you admit that my taste is good?"

"Another level, numero uno, the best tree. The most delicious father." I mean, this is so let's not start, but apparently my words even make him big head and fishing other things.

"That's it." He's nodding. "I think I'm a pinter when it comes to ngenakin." His smile became more ambiguous. Where his perverted expression made me cringe. If I do not want him my source of income, I have taken one knife I keep plugging into his eyes.

"Can you cut it?" He's getting worse at me. "Do you want me to enaki-eh irisin again?"

"No need sir. I can do it myself." Immediately I took the biggest knife with a plate, I kept saying my own. But how.. drag? I give up again. This time use the muscles until my neck veins look like. Still can't cut. I'm lyrically speaking Mr. Boss' plate. How come he can cut it that easily, like again executing pudding instead of meat.

"Must read the spell first so it can be cut." Relaxed words.

Stupidly I believe, his name is also the first time to eat at the sultan's place if tacky hope

excusable. "Read what, sir?"

Mr. Kale's face is getting more and more avid. He rants lips while laughing. "You come here I whisper." His hand moved hinting me to get closer.

"Defense again!" It kept on until my face almost stuck to his cheek. I've been waiting for you but Mr. Boss doesn't give you any whisper dong. Out sound just don't. Instead he breathed his hot breath into my neck, which automatically made my hair bristling.

"Pak—" I reflex turned, very tight fitting front of his lips. Whatisthis? Why can't I move at all? My body is petrified. Oxygen also went out of nowhere. My eyes were locked with Mr. Kale's sharp gaze, until I finally had a hiccup.

"Drink. Don't even look at me." He grinned without sin. Fuck, I just realized that it was being fucked.

"Sparkling water, please!" Mr. Kale gave instructions to one of the waitresses serving our table. Not long ago, the fat-haired man in a white uniform and buttons along the pieces of his front shirt brought a glass of cup with clear water in it.

"Please," Mr. Kale thrust the drink at me. While I was still amazed by the water that Mr. Kale called sparkling water. If you look at the menu list and converted to rupiah, the price is equivalent to the cost of my meal a day. Only ordinary water. No sparkling-shimering-splendidnya. It feels good, like my life. I really ogah ngeluarin money that just for a bottle of drinking water, whether I'm the katro or indeed the world has started to go crazy anyway.

"Thank you, sir."

Ahh, but expensive drinks are different. Tau-tau a glass of water that costs money

no longer left. Ilang with the sound of my hiccups that are similar to the sound of a cat clamp.

"Udah? I'm sure again." The meat wagyu A5 has a boss pack that has been cut into small pieces moved to my front, replacing my still intact and unshakable. "Other times if you cut a beef use a middle knife. Just now you used it to cut fruit."

Oh, I'm looking at those knives. If to cut his testicles which Boss sir about? Need the tajem scared alot.

"Keep next to it again, specially make fish cut." My impromptu lecture on table manner continues. Mr. Kale pointed one by one the tableware while explaining to me. "If the spoons are lined up, then,

each has its own use. Soup spoon, spoon, meal, dessert spoon, sugar spoon. The fork is too. For more details later you learn the same Bian yes. Let's get used to it next time I get fine dining again."

I still don't understand one thing. "Other times sir?"

"Yes. Next time. If I tell you to eat, you have to." Males. Fridays again ngebossy. I'm really concerned if he's been maksa-maksa gini, the time I can not refuse for example the timing is not right. If it is outside office hours, yes I have to snack on him continue. Could die dry me for long.

"Why not answer?" Indict Mr. Kale.

"Yo wes is sir." Reply I was tired until I did not realize out of his medok dialect.

"good. I'll test you tomorrow." What the hell is this? Find a SIM using tested everything.

Another bete-betenya, my phone sounds. Again the dakjal number is nongol and continues to terrorize me. This is the fifth time today. No matter how many times I block, always just they can contact me via whassap which somehow can still be accessed in the other country.Perhaps because I fakir wifi anyway, anyway, so just keep talking even if I run away though.

Wrong I also really, do not think twice when taking this desperate path. I was intimidated even though I wasn't actually wearing it, sad.

"Not lifted?" Asked Mr. Boss raise one eyebrow.

"Sir, Sir. It's not important." Not finished my reason, the phone has been gilded the same doi.

"But noisy," he said as he slid the green button.

"Pak Kale don't—" Late, just connect her phone. I scratch my head. Duh, how do I take a mobile phone that has been stuck in the ears of Mr Boss? I may not be pulling either. One of the plotting I immediately kicep.

"Hello?"

Mr. Kale's expression was very relaxed, but I'm sure the person across the line again hazebacot from sabang to merauke. At least I swear it. Or again spread slander to lure me.

I can only bite his lips, besides being embarrassed, I also really miss this problem to his ears. Btw, I'm not gonna get fired, am I? Don't dong I still really need the flow of funds to get out of this vicious circle.

Pork! The rich know the sufferings of the common people.

"Ah, debt loan huh?" Mr. Kale is still engrossed in my phone.

"From what company? Huh, what? Oh not famous. Still start up? Is there SIUPnya? The minimum IUI. Don't know either? Gravely. Where's your boss, let me talk. What kind of start up basic need just don't understand. Or do you need bootstrapping? Seed funding? Oh can't. Nowadays if you want to keep existing you have to have a venture capital that is okay. Lah, hello? How about it, hello..."

I glared wide. Just this time the debt collector died on the phone first. Usually I'm dizzy because of bombarded them, even now turned those who lectured Mr. Boss.

Mr. Kale stretched out his hand to return the rectangular object to me. "What did you buy

so that's the son of a cendol?"

I lowered my head, "It's nothing, sir." I lifted my head again to call it. "Sorry, Sir. His name is pinjol not cendol."

He opened his own phone and typed the word pinjol. "What the hell is a pinjol?" He read a glance before nodding. "Ah online loan, you're in debt?"

Huh, it may not need to be clarified.

"You could say that anyway. But there is no need to discuss sir, besides I am not the one who uses the money. Uhm better keep eating it." I was muttering unclear.

Catet. I have never paid money to a pinjol. But Rafa used my name to apply for a loan. At first I was okay. After all, the money is made to make a house in the inheritance of his parents for us to live after marriage later. He said he would get paid after the bonus was liquidated. So I believe. Uh it turns out that after maturity it is not also reprimanded. He said the money kepake makebinilah is an urgent business, there is always a reason. He pinjemnya not only one, but several places at once. Until it finally swells and I'm overwhelmed myself. He's really good not diuber-uber debt collector, I am. Until my photo was once edited into an adult film star and threatened to be disseminated.

"And I want the solution." Mr. Kale sat cross-legged and crossed his chest with all his arrogance.

My hopes immediately soared. "Mom give me a loan?"

"I if playing investment certainly high prospects. What's in your minjemin for me." Dih, belagu bener. So why did he just spread hope.

"Then don't fly my hopes up high and keep throwing me down to earth

dong, sir."

Mr. Kale leisurely leaned on the back of the chair. "I don't want a minjemin, but I want to hire you. You want to not work with me?"

"Eh, side job, sir?" My eyes narrowed. I don't want to be taken again this time. "What's the side job, sir?"

"It's not hard. It just takes time."

"meaning?" I still don't understand.

"I want to buy your time. So your side job is my nemenin."

"Nemenin what?" Seeing the lunge of Mr. Kale, my brain has been playing suspiciously.

"I eat food, play ping pong, ngegym, anyway if I need to be temein you have to come."

I'm like a dong call girl.

"You have a lot of girlfriends who can win."

"Ck, they're boring. You are the one who has me. I don't have a friend."

Bener as well. People say, the more we are at the top, the more lonely we feel. People who are classified as 'sohib karib' Mr. Kale can be counted using fingers. The rest are just business colleagues and social networks. Poor it turns out rich people.

"But I'm really just going to, right, sir?" I emphasized the word 'nemenin' earlier let him not

make another definition.

"If you don't want to. I want to spend a million hours." The soul of Pak Kale's negotiation is out.

I was gercepnawar. "Two million."

"One million and a half. That was my last offer. If you don't want it, it's cancel. I count this. Three. two. sat—" Mr. Kale counted with no intention.

"Eh uh.. Okay deal!" I can't think for long. There's a pinjol in front that's ready to slit my neck woy.

Mr. Kale grinned. "Well, our dong?"

My forehead is wrinkled. The election said it was.

"But just no, sir." I signed it again.

"If you ask for more, you can too." Hmm, I flicked flirty genks.

"To be exact, I have to do." I anticipated it, it was suspicious. Too generous, so it's only natural that I'm afraid of asking for more money someday.

 "Depending on my mood, we'll talk about it again. Mr. Kale chuckled at the look on my face. "Thank you, you have no choice but to accept my offer. Consider it a win-win solution, okay?"

 "Don't want anything weird anyway. I don't want you to go to kebablasan—" My sentence is cut.

"Don't worry, I'm always wearing safety." Sela Mr. Kale with a smile. Ambiguous sentence, so really scared of me.

"Sir, the steak's cold." I pointed at the plate with care.

"Like my heart, dong, you're coolin mulu." It could be the mode in the middle of the conversation, if the gini is the name so it is not a win-win solution but a gumbal solution.

Good thing my boss, if not already I'm footballing to the bottom of hell bastard.