Dear, Mr. Boss
Chapters 1. Time thing

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Since then Stella did not stop clucking because the streets of the capital were crowded. In fact, today Stella had to come to the office early for the welcome of the new President Director.

The girl who owns the dimples had to squeeze to see what caused the congestion. Her ripe lips with a liptint polish kept swearing incessantly. Repeatedly the girl rubbed her round eyes so that her gaze was not blurry because of the smoke of the vehicle that soiled the air.

His eyebrows are moderate, not thick nor thin since it was linked to his lentic eyelashes. When it was like that, Stella even more beautiful. Her cheeks bulged until her face looked so cute.

The sound of the horn honking each other filled the eardrum. "Why is it stuck anyway? Does the president want to go through here? Please, the ride hastened, sir. I can be late," Stella's monologue is frustrated.

In about ten minutes, Stella was finally able to break away from the shackles of the bottleneck that made her appearance sweat. "Damn it! Have to speed this, let's hurry up," After that, Stella raises the speed of her bike splitting the road with a left overtake right.

At seven in forty-five minutes, Stella finally arrived at the office parking lot. It did not make Stella relax-ria, she took off her driving attribute and ran into the office building.

However, the move must stop when it finds all employees from each division are lined up neatly to welcome the new President Director. "I'm late" muttered Stella wanting to hide herself in Doraemon's magic bag.

His Boss was currently walking past all his employees accompanied by some well-built and sinister-looking men.

Stella slowly retreated, hoping no one would see her coming too late. Stella had an idea to enter through the emergency exit next to the office. But when it was just two steps away, a heavy voice that sounded cold and flat interrupted.

"Where are you going?" the tanyanya sounds intimidating. Stella grimaced in shame as all eyes were now on her. And Stella felt uncomfortable being the center of attention like she is today. "Take a slow step back, sir," Stella stammered as she realized who was asking. Arshaka Virendra is the President Director.

"Have him in my room, Ron!" tell the President Director to his assistant. Stella wants to cry right then and there, she can only pray that tomorrow Stella can still work as usual.

Everyone turned to look at the President Director who had now passed into his room. After Missing Boss, Ana walked up to Stella. "Style? Why are you late at the wrong time?" asked Ana, a fellow of Stella's division, so upset.

Stella grabbed her hair in frustration. "You know what, Na, the path from my boarding house is rich? How's dong, Na? Give me a way out?" whinek Stella desperate.

Ana snorted softly. "The only way is, you have to face. You're never late, are you?" anna replied that did not make Stella calm at all.

"Miss Stella, you're being called by the Boss to her room right now!" tell Ron's assistant who hasn't left since. Stella blinked. "You still here?"

"Alright, Ana. Looks like I have to face Boss sir," Stella said in the end.

Ron's assistant was about to step in but was stopped when Stella stopped him. "Wait for Mr. Rom. I'll say good-bye to my friend. I don't know if after this I can come back safely" Stella said in a dramatic cry.

Ana rolled her eyes lazily. "Back safely? Kaya just want a war," said Ana did not understand the behavior of her friend this one. Ron's assistant did not respond to anything, his face remained flat with no expression.

Ana wanted to make a sound but was speechless when Assistant Ron spoke again. "Hurry Miss! The longer it takes, the more the Boss will be mad at you" Ron said flatly.

"All right."

After which, Stella walked behind Ron with a face lowered in embarrassment. How not? All the employees were looking at Stella with pity as if Stella was a defendant who was about to be sentenced to death.

Because the steps are short, Stella to walk to stumble to balance Ron whose steps are so wide. "Sir Rom, please slow down your path. I have to run to be able to catch up with your steps" Stella pleaded.

Rom stopped his steps then turned his body to stare at Stella completely. Stella stopped her steps and looked at Ron's assistant full of question marks. "My name is Ronald, not Romald" Ron said with a sharp look.

Stella's guts seemed to shrink back a few steps. "I'm sorry, assistant to ROMald," replied Stella who again mispronounced. Ron snorted bitterly while still maintaining his flat face.

Without protesting again, Ronald again walked to the elevator as access to get to the top floor. Stella still faithfully followed in silence until she arrived at the President Director's room.

"Please enter! Sir's been waiting, you," said Ron firmly. Stella nodded resignedly, there was no other choice but to face her Boss sir.

Geck, tok, tok.

Stella knocked on the door of the room until a voice came from the intercom telling her to come in.

Chequek.

"Good morning, sir," said Stella, looking over her smile. As Stella could see, her boss was currently standing behind her, staring at the cityscape from behind the glass wall in her room. "Lake in!" his words are firmly incontrovertible.

Stella took a breath and exhaled several times to shake off her fear. Once ready, Stella walked deeper into the Boss' desk.

After Stella stood beside the table, the President Director's voice came back. "You know what your mistake was?" the tanyanya was cold with the position still turned to Stella.

Stella stared at the straight back of the tall man in front of her "I'm late, sir. I'm sorry" Stella said, bowing her head, admitting her mistake too late. 'Wait, am I not late? Mr. Boss alone came too early, Stella's inner seek for justification.

"Sir? can I give you an opinion?" stella's permission quickly. Shaka immediately turned his body to be able to stare at Stella completely. "Hm." she answered briefly.

Stella blinked before returning to voice. He was so fascinated by the handsome face that he was currently staring at him sharply. High nose line, jaw firmly with overgrown fine hairs, and thick eyebrows that shade his sharp eyes to be able to intimidate his interlocutor.

Can Stella make sure, if the owner of the face was to review the smile just a little, the good looks will increase a thousand times.

Clik.

Shaka flicked his finger in front of Stella's face until he managed to disperse his slant. After successfully controlling herself, Stella spoke again. "Sir, am I not late? I arrived at exactly seven o'clock and forty-five minutes. That means I still have fifteen minutes to spare" he said.

Shaka raised one eyebrow. "You're still late!" it was Shaka who made Stella feel unacceptable. "It's not me who's late, sir. But the Father who came too early," was upset with a pouting face.