Forced to Marry Young Master
152. Meet The Saga (Part 1)

Already in the car that drove. Aran handed me the coffee and sandwich he ordered the two packages. But Secretary Han glanced at it as well. Finally, he enjoyed all the food. Two servings at once barreled in an instant. Han was seen glancing at it for a moment, then turned his gaze to stare at the streets.

How he was shameless, eating that much again. Who like that claims to be the goddess of beauty? driving while shaking his own head.

After putting all the trash in the plastic, Aran heaved a sigh of relief. His stomach that was grinding the rumbling was already fully filled. Seeing him finished eating Secretary Han started talking.

Along the way Aran was silent

listening, noting everything Han talked about in his head. Despite

most of what Han said he already knew. As an official news reporter, he knows a lot of protocols that must be obeyed when meeting with important officials, large companies, or even artists.

"Shut your mouth and don't talk

if Mr. Saga doesn't ask you to speak. Answer clearly if he asks.

He will decide whether you deserve this job or not. If

Mr. Saga refused, nor will you be able to work."

Cih, then why is it like

I just got accepted for a job interview.

"If the young master rejects you, you can work as an errand boy. I'll send you out of town. Crawl even if you won't be able to get out of that secluded place."

Whaaat! he was just scaring me.

"I'm serious!" Reply to the look of disbelief in Aran's eyes.

Aaaaa, so what kind of a good man would kill you, why talk always so sharp as a knife.

Once again Secretary Han reminded how Aran should behave in the presence of Mr. Saga.

Arandita knows how

protocoler is dealing with Mr. Saga. He often follows various

antarna Group's official event involving its president. So the standard

must be done in front of Mr. Saga he has memorized out of his head.

But why would he

decide for myself, what is my job.

A spy? Or stalk his wife? Hey but for what?

Curious, as well as the courage

slightly shriveling. He has never faced or spoken

the President of Antara Group. But his fear could be buried, again he tried to see only positive things in front of him. Money and a better life. Much more beautiful to imagine, than the work that awaits it.

“Master what my job is

actually?” Finally asked after previously glancing at Han hesitantly.forward back and forth inwardly to ask.

Han drove the car in silence.

“What I haven't told you.” He answered, not looking at it in the least.

Whaaat! you intentionally yes. Obvious

your long explanation was only about the protocol dealing with sir

Saga, which I've all memorized out of my head.

“Master has not

explain my work.” Small meaningless protests.

“Why didn't you ask? you moron!

I guess I misjudged you. Your work as a reporter is pretentious

it seems to have started to disappear.” Again, as sharp as his words.

Whaaat! I asked at the cafe

earlier, only you answered by taking the risk of life.

“I'm sorry Sir. As long as it

my goddess of beauty just spends time in my cramped room, so

it seems like my pretentious soul is fading a little.” Answer with a little tone

annoyed.  Bringing an unconscious pen name

it was a mockery of Secretary Han.“If you don't mind what you want

explain my work.”

Yeah, yeah, I know, your grin

show up when you're happy, right? I'll change my pen name later. So ugly girl, let you be satisfied.

“You will work to look after miss

our young.”

“What! meaning miss Daniah?”

A name that could shake it. Looking after miss Daniah? Of what? she even

not introduced to the public to maintain their privacy. Queriesluttering questions

in Aran's head.

Don't be a person actually

popular in the country?

“You're not too behind

rupa.” information Han spoke again.

“Who doesn't know that name

Signore. Ever since Mr. Saga told the public what the name of his beloved wife was.

Do you know, if the name Daniah became the number one name chosen by pregnant women

to name their daughters.”

Huh! You don't know what it looks like. Aran is like winning a game. Victory he claimed himself.

“What idea express feelings Sir

Saga on the tv station was inspired by

application incident for Mr. first.” Close your mouth with your hands. Surprised by his own words.

“Close your mouth!” Assertively.

I'm looking to die.

“Sorry Mr.” Arandita direct

silent after apologizing, he no longer dared to open his mouth to speak

a word. He thought, too, that he was crazy. How could he

bring up the incident again.

wouldn't throw me out of the car.

“You want me to start cutting

your salary, which you haven't even got.” Han opened his mouth when the car came in

the Antara Group building parking area.

“No Sir, forgive me. Forgive

my sass.”  Begging, Han shut up and

he ignored her and got out of the car while Arandita ran behind him. Condemn his stupidity of speech.

***

The tallest floor of the Antara building

Group.

Dreams of getting to this floor. With my job, it was impossible to set foot on this highest floor.

Aran looked at her. Eye-to-eye

with the secretary staff instantly standing up as he and Secretary Han

get in front of the room.

This must be Mr. Saga's room. Uh,

why I was left behind.

Aran was staring at the door,

when he got the signal to be silent waiting. While Han went inside

chamber. He smiled at the secretary staff who still looked at him in full

question mark. Aran wanted to step in asking, but undone his intention. Mr. Han

he wanted to be quiet waiting.

Don't make Aran's mistake, or

you'll only volunteer without pay.

Arandita just saw the busyness

the three secretarial staff. There was one person who was seen coming in and out

file from a room that's somewhere. He only looks to enter

the hallway at the end of the room. After he sat down, he gave instructions

to the two people beside him.. Aran saw all those things, however

for some reason the greatness that ringed in his head was a slide of time life

his past.

How happy I am, if I

never got involved with Mr. Han. I must be busy with today

a pile of news and photos. The arandita! How can you fall and live

like these.

A sudden feeling of tightness, which appears,

the moment a figure of face appeared also after master Han's shadow disappeared. Yes, young lady princess

from the owner of the TVXX station who once promised the confidentiality of his name. Cih, indeed

he should not easily believe the words of people who are drunk with love.

When he asked for help, the woman promised him money

unimaginable. Confidentiality of his name, and a guarantee that it will not happen

anything to him. But actually!

Damnit damnit! Aran curses again for the sake of

remembering the pretty lady's face.

He's even married now.

I don't get money, lose my job and have to deal with people

like Mr. Han. If only in this life could take revenge, I feel

want to take revenge. Just a glass of water is enough

reply miss.

Hiks, hiks, Aran defiantly

make sounds and tears. To the commoners it seems like it is not

in all probability. After he was dishonorably kicked out of the TV station let it go

meet with the young lady to demand her rights. He had to disappear and

hiding like a shadow of the past. Because they show up and show themselves the same

just looking to die.

Aran staggered because of the sudden

his shoulders were pushed hard. Awakening from the daydream. He could quickly retreat and

make him not fall.

Why is he so strong, though

just pushing with the finger.

“You're deaf yes, called no

answer?”

Han was already in front of him. I don't know

how long had he been lost in thought.

“Log in! Remember, what has been

I explained in the car earlier.” Turn over and open the door.

“Good Mr.”

I already know! I memorized it outside

the chief protocol.

Behind Han, Aran curses

the man in front of him with a curse.

Seriate