Grasping Longs
Part~230

That morning Olive patiently checked her work once again, she seemed focused so that there was not a single mistake.

While Ricko who was sitting in his work chair, seemed to be secretly watching him.

"I'm done checking it out, sir." Olive looked at Ricko who happened to be the man also looking at her.

"Oh yeah just put it on the table." said Ricko wrong behavior, he immediately stared at the computer screen.

"Alright, then excuse me." said Olive after putting a pile of files on the desk of his boss.

"Wait." call Ricko when Olive's leaving the room.

"Sir, is there anything else I can help you with ?" asked Olive to look at Ricko.

"Hm, make orange juice." Ricko ordered later.

"Well sir, I'll have OB make it for you." Olive said.

"You made it." Ricko ordered again.

"But..."

"I don't like to be rebutted, understand ?" ricko firmly with his flagship words to pressure every employee.

"Good, sir. Then excuse me." said Olive then she passed away leaving the room.

Ricko who saw Olive's departure seemed to review his thin smile, then he returned to focus on his work.

"Actually I'm Dean's secretary what a maid she is anyway, really sucks." Olive grumbled while in the pantry.

Then he seemed to be smiling. "It seems that after this Ricko will be kapok telling me." he muttered giggling as he put two full spoons of salt on the orange juice he just made.

After that he immediately passed to Ricko's room back. "Please, Orange is special for you" he said handed a glass of orange to Ricko.

"Is this delicious ?" asked Ricko who seemed to swallow his saliva when he felt his throat suddenly dry.

"I don't know, sir, it looks good. I added two teaspoons of sugar." Olive said.

The impatient Ricko immediately drank it, but he immediately spouted it back when he felt the saltiness in his tongue.

"Do you want to poison me ?" hard with annoyance.

"So, you can do that to me." Olive looked at her blouse that looked soaked because it was sprayed by her boss.

While Ricko who saw it looks glaring, the blouse that Olive wore looks wet to make her forehead mound printed clearly from behind the cup cover.

"Damn." Ricko immediately shifted his eyes.

"You're actually not making juice, can't you tell which sugar and which salt ?" reprimanding him then without looking at Olive, he seemed to step foot into the glass window to see the cityscape.

"I don't know sir, I never cook." Olive lied.

"You women have to be able to cook, how about you have a husband." said Ricko still with his back to Olive.

"Can you buy sir." said Olive who immediately made Ricko turn around to look at him, but he immediately turned his face and sat in his chair back.

Seeing Olive in such wet clothes would only make her malevolent soul rebel.

"Get out of here and change your clothes in a polite manner." he ordered then without looking at her.

"Okay sir, I'll buy first at the boutique across from this office." said Olive.

"Then excuse me first." he added later, he immediately stepped foot leaving the boss' room.

"Wait !!" yell Ricko.

"Well sir is there anything else ?" asked Olive turning around.

"W-are you going out in wet clothes like that ?" ricko asked, his breathing seemed choked when he saw Olive's chest that looked tempting.

"Yes sir." said Olive innocently, for him wet clothes were no problem but he never knew the dirty thinking of the men when he saw it.

"Wait here, I'll get people to buy it." Ricko ordered later.

"Damn it, what if the men out there see that." - grumbled inwardly.

While Olive immediately sat herself on the sofa, then she took her cellphone and replied to Dean's message that she had not been able to reply.

Moments later, Jeff walked into Ricko's room.

"Thank you, now Mr. Jeff can go" Ricko said as he opened the room.

Mr. Jeff who looked at the back of a woman in the CEO's room was curious, but his boss immediately closed the door.

"Who's the woman in there ?" his question was on Pras.

"Miss Olive, the secretary is Mr. Dean." said Pras who immediately made Mr. Jeff widen his eyes surprised.

"What did Mr. Jeff drive you ?" pras asked curiously.

"It's nothing." said Mr. Jeff then passed away leaving curious in Pras' heart.

"Hopefully Olive is fine." muttered Pras staring at the room of his tightly closed boss.

"Go get it in the bathroom, I'll wait outside." Ricko ordered, handing Olive a paper bag.

"Thank you, sir." said Olive.

After Ricko exited his room, Olive immediately searched the bathroom in the room. There are two doors but they can't be opened, they might be locked.

"Replace here alone, there seems to be no cctv." muttered Olive as she circulated her gaze to every corner of the room that was invisible to the existence of surveillance cameras.

Finally Olive changed clothes there, after she locked the room for sure.

The man gave her a work clothes stel, along with a bra that immediately made her face heat up to see the lacy thing.

Then he immediately took off his clothes one by one until leaving only his underwear.

While Ricko who is now in the workspace Dean appears to swallow his saliva when looking at the cctv screen of his room through his cellphone.

"What a foolish girl, I told her to change in the bathroom why change there." - his grunts but his eyes seemed reluctant to turn.

As a normal man, he was very interested in the scenery in his room.

He deliberately hid the cctv there and only he and Mr. Jeff knew of its existence.

Ricko seems to hold his breath when he sees how sexy Olive, the woman has managed to arouse his passion.

"Dam."

Ricko seems to be ruffling his hair violently, he now understands why his mother told him to get married.

It turns out that holding the passion is very torturing for her and maybe the mother is afraid that she will vent with the jal@ng woman out there.

Moments later Olive looked neat with her new work clothes, after which she immediately walked out of the room.

"Did Mr Ricko punish you, since delivering drinks for him you didn't go out ?" pras was worried.

"Sir Ricko spouted his drink on my shirt." Olive said.

"You need to change your clothes" Pras said, now he knows what was brought by Mr. Jeff was his shirt Olive.

"Why did he do that ?" again with curiosity.

"I mix the orange juice with salt." Olive cuek said.

"What's? oh, my God, Olip you're just looking to die, why are you doing that ?" tegur Pras's.

"So he pranks me, so I work back." said Olive while chuckling with satisfaction.

"Truly seek your death." Pras looks like a head bobble.

"I won't die, if you can keep your mouth" Olive sneered at Pras.

"Alright, you take it easy." said Pras.

But without them knowing, Ricko who just came out of Dean's room was seen hearing the conversation of the two employees.

"Badly, it looks like the girl is really looking for trouble. Wait for my punishment."