Honor Behind the Stain
Wonder

"His name is Khanza, the new director's secretary." HRD introduced Khanza in front of the employees who were sitting sweetly in their seats. There are at least nine tables in the administration room. They are important staff. 

Khanze who looks fresh and fit and fashionable look was slightly bent and throw a smile. He seemed happy on his first day at work.

His gaze drifted to the entire staff who were partly female.

Although Khanza already wears office-style clothes that he thinks are beautiful, it turns out that other staff are actually more classy than him. It seems like Khanza needs capital to buy clothes, bags, shoes and so on to balance. 

"Please put Miss Khanza in the room to start your work." HRD.

"Okay, thank you, sir." Khanza nodded his head as the fan sauntered away from the room to get to his room. No other secretary's room. 

Shortly after passing the interview yesterday, Khanza was shown by HRD the position of his room, but he had not had time to enter it. 

Instantly Khanza smiled with satisfaction to see the entire room he entered, spacious, beautiful, comfortable, luxurious and complete.  Is this a secretary's room? There is a beverage cooler refrigerator, there is a set of sofas to receive guests that are just bordered by glass with its work sitting room. And what is special again, there is a private bathroom and private room that also mrwah in the room. Really special. 

Khanza, you're really lucky to be working here. Your life is very special. 

After researching the luxury of the room, Khanza sat in a large chair and twirled around comfortably. A laptop and a stack of papers neatly arranged on his front desk. 

The smell of the room is very tempting, making Khanza feel at home working there.

Clamps.  The door opened and three men entered the room.  They looked neat, each wearing a suit stelan.  

Khanza wondered why anyone would enter without knocking on the door of his room first.  And what made him even more startled was mixed with wonder, the human figure that entered his room was the Emperor, men who used to wear cocoa clothes or just plain jerseys and sit behind a small table to teach children to teach.  Men who used to often look simple with the hair split in the middle.  

The Emperor looked at Khanza as if he were staring at a stranger.  The man said, “Why are you sitting in my chair?” 

Khanza stood up and stared at the expensive chair he had just sat in.  How many questions struck his mind, about why the Emperor recognized the seat as his seat.  About the room that HRD pointed out that it should be the room belonged to Khanza.  Why did the Emperor admit that the seat was his?

Ah I don't know, a lot of other questions are dancing on Khanza's head.  And strangely the mouth of Khanza seemed to be silenced just like that, not at all disarming.  The appearance of the Emperor who dominated the boss, plus his authoritative expression and manner of speech really broke his courage. Khanza was not talking to the Emperor, but a stranger. 

The Emperor went around the table, right past Khanza and sat in his chair. 

“Please sit!” the Emperor's word to other men. 

Khanza was really confused and confused.  He suddenly felt like a bod*h guy now.  Just stand still there.  Eventually, curiosity made him ask questions.

“Excuse me, let me ask you a minute!  Why was my chair occupied by you?  You who?” 

The Emperor and raised his face, looked at Khanza while stroking his chin briefly.  He did not answer, instead thrusting his back into the chair.  His gaze focused on Khanza's face.

The two men sitting before the Emperor laughed instead.  

“Hey, I asked you who is here why drive me out of my own seat?”  Khanza lost patience to see the Emperor who was even like he was mocking it.  “Please step aside!”

“Nona, Mr. Emperor is the director here.  You who?”  One of the men sitting before the Emperor with narrow eyes typical of the Chinese tribe still seemed to smile.

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