Holy Marriage
Secretarial
Alan seemed busy flicking through the sheets of paper reports coming in that morning. His forehead frowned staring at the numbers written there. Then his right hand stuck out to the side pressing the intercom button, he called the secretary to face his room. Before long the door of the room opened, a girl pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Alan.
Alan raised his face to look at the figure standing before him, none other than the figure of the girl whose face was like Anna's twin. Alta. The woman wearing the chocolate blazer put the coffee on the table.
Alan glanced at the hot coffee that had just been laid. “You often deliver coffee for me, isn't that OB's job?”
“Absolutely. I just feel happy doing it. For two years I worked in a company managed by Mr. Dragon, and I often made coffee for my boss. Maybe it became a tradition for me. Mr. Dragon recommended this company for me to work. And the HRD section responded and put me in this section after I resigned from the Dragon Lord company. Distance was the only reason I left the company long after I moved. Working here is an honor for me. This is my obedience to mr.” Alta spoke to Sangta fluently, her crisp and cheerful tone made the listeners easily familiar to her. Even when he was first working there, he had gained many friends due to his hospitality and loyal attitude towards everyone. He also likes to smile at anyone, as well as being friendly.
“Whatever. It's up to you. I've heard about your loyalty and good performance in the old company.” Alan drank the coffee and then put the coffee back into his mat. “What's my scedhule tomorrow?” Ask Alan flatly.
Alta who was ready to bring her notebook immediately opened it. “Let me check first, Sir. At eight o'clock I had a meeting with the director of Arena Groups, then ten o'clock office meeting, and three o'clock in the afternoon attended the invitation at UGM campus as a motivator. Today the schedule is not so busy, you have a lot of free time.”
Alan nodded. He leaned his head against the back of the chair, then closed his eyes briefly with his forehead clutched.
“There can I help you with, Mr Alan?” Tanya Alta looked at Alan who seemed to be feeling troubled.
Alan opened his eyes.
“Since I've seen you look uncomfortable. Maybe you can share with me,” continued Alta.
“No. Yes, you can go,” said Alan.
“Sorry once again Sir, I see it looks like you have a problem. May you speak to me, maybe I can help.” Alta said it lightly. There was no tone when saying it. In just a few weeks he served as a secretary there, he already looks free.
“I don't exist.”
“If it is about work, I will be very willing to help. But. It seems like a private matter. All right, I'm sorry.” Alta stood up.
The plot!
Hekter fell down along with a piece of paper when Alta's hand accidentally nudged him. Alta hurriedly grabbed the paper and the fallen hekter. He frowned as he briefly read the paper he had just picked up.
“Pak, this ..” Alta looked at the paper in her hand and Alan's face alternated.
Alan froze in place.
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