I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Side Job Challenging

from the author: hello, this is the first novel I published in NovelToon. Hope you like, yes, the same story Agni and Ishaan! ^^

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“SHI, dinner equals om-om what is the rate, anyway?”

As Agni suspected, Shia coughed at her question. He waited until his co-worker's slash pal gulped down some drinking water.

“Where, Ni? What rates?”

“Tarif dinner is the same Om-om that you often discuss.” Agni leaning body. “Lo, right, professional sugar ba—”

“Sst, hey, hey, don't be hard!” Shia placed her index finger on Agni's lips. “Shocked I heard it. You wonder so, who else needs money?”

“Gue is, who else.”

Shia's eyes widened. “Pinjem aja my money. Flip back sometime if you are ready.”

Agni frowned, making sure no one eavesdropped on their conversation in the locker room. About ten minutes away Agni and Shia went into the next shift. Judging from the queue at the cashier, they seemed to be busy until later tonight.

“Whit simplenan lo already abis?” Shia continued to flank him with questions. “Delivery of nyokap lo—”

“Halah, lo kayak did not want a drama. I've had a transfer since he married again. The legacy of the late bokap was also taken the same he all.” I imagined that heartbreaking moment. “Gue needs money to pay for college. Soon I composed the thesis and I guess I could not take additional work. If it is limited to nemenin dinner, I still can, deh.”

Shia peed her forehead, not believing that the gentle and sweet Agni would pose such a frontal question. “The payment is good, anyway. From hundreds of thousands to millions. If you take additional service can be more.”

“Additional services,” muttered Agni. “Means tidu—”

“Iya, the,” crop Shia fast. “Aduh, but if the same lo, I do not dare. You're the only one who understands my challenging side job. No judgment or anything like that. Where can I give you to om-om cunihin.”

Actually, Agni is also heavy considering this ‘job’. He could have taken a break from college to focus on taking a full-time job. However, job openings with large salaries for female students are very limited. Not to mention there were daily needs that he had to fulfill.

Life makes you dizzy!

“Actually there is another way,” said Shia slowly who immediately attracted Agni's attention. “Gue has acquaintances who sometimes look for girls for dinner friends as well as meet important people. The payment is big, the client is also from among the.”

Agni's eyes sparkled. “Gue want, I want.”

“Ih bentar, from samber aja. I haven't done it yet.” Shia clucking. “The problem is, they use a selection system. Later background you see, from age, education, to work experience. Physically too, especially if you nemenin them a walk. So the chances of receiving it are also small.”

This does not necessarily make Agni's optimism fade. “I’ll give a try.”

“Se-desperate it, yes, you need money?” Shia clucked, then got up from the bench. “Ya already, later I give you any conditions that you need to be ready. In terms of education as physical, you have opportunities, anyway. Hopefully you get in their criteria.”

“Ready, later I send cepet.”

“By the way, do you have a CV? Nothing old, just make a picture for my acquaintance.”

After sewing the clothes and pairing the name tags, Agni and Shia have been walking towards their workplace for the past two years: the cashier of a fast food restaurant. One more year, Inner Agni. If he managed to get a side job from Shia, he would quickly also finish college, then look for a more decent job to improve his fate.

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Meanwhile at a nightclub….

While sipping whiskey, the man allowed himself to dissolve into the fanfare of the club. Usually he watches from the bar, then asks one of his subordinates to bring a woman he finds attractive to date one night.

Unfortunately, tonight she was too tired to just dance. Especially invite foreigners to spend the night in luxury hotels.

“Ishaan Marlon, my long lost brotheeeer!” The call jolted the man out of his daydream. “Tumben is here, usually already fishing from below.”

“Micah? Kirain you still take care of the project in Tokyo.” Ishaan hints at the waiter to bring his best friend's favorite drink. "For a drink, dizziness all day at the office.”

“Definitely because of Ayanna,” guess Micah who followed the dance floor beside her. “Udah I said, do not sleep with the secretary himself. Fucked if they sue more.”

One thing that Ishaan likes about Micah is his ability to guess the problem at hand without having to beat around explaining it. “He finally chose to resign because I did not want to marry him.”

“Udah I suspect he's that sweet same lo.” Micah received the cocktail that the waiter brought. “Keep, you work don't use a secretary now? Though the schedule lo again padet-padetnya.”

“So I asked HRD to install lockers. Just not sure they can recruit experienced secretaries in fast time.” Ishaan put his empty glass, then put himself in the chair. “I can handle myself if there is no flight schedule to Europe three months ahead.”

Micah sipped a cocktail while the mangosteen followed the music. If Ishaan is still wearing an office suit, Ishaan always changes his clothes in a more casual style before stopping by the club they have managed since the last two years. Tonight, her best friend wears a bomber jacket and ripped jeans; making her look a few years younger.

“Lo already looking to outsource? Not bad, do not need a long-term contract.” Micah's attention was shifted to his clinking phone. “Or interns in the office, they will definitely be invited to Europe.”

Ishaan. “If from outsourcing, sometimes clashing on schedule. Interns are usually busy with the same final task.”

“If from ‘client-client’ me?” Micah raised his eyebrows while showing a photo of a woman on the phone screen. “Often, you know, I accept girls whose educational background is good, but willing to go the same om-om for the sake of cuan. Though they pinter, some even work in the company.”

“Jeez, you are still so... distributor?” Despite years of friends, Ishaan does not understand why Micah feels at home trying the side job.

“Gue is not an abal-abal distributor, yes. Lo know for myself I only accept clients who are looking for a dinner or street. Not to play in bed.”

“Whatever makes you happy.” Ishaan got up from the sofa, then patted Micah on the shoulder. “I'm going back to the apartment. Stop by the office tomorrow—”

“Wei, wei wait. Really don't want to search from my service?”

“Micah, I need a secretary, not—”

“Yes, understand, but my acquaintance just sent a potential suitor. It fits like lo.” Micah sounds serious. “Seventh semester student, part time job so cashier in fast food restaurant. Study in Office Administration.

“Name Agni. Agni Karalyn.”

Agni. A great name for a woman.

“Photo profile is very clear, like the actress drakor.”

For some reason, Ishaan approaches Micah to observe the profile of the woman named Agni. The photo attached is a fitting photo for a formal job application.

However, Ishaan did not expect the face to continue to shadow his mind, causing him to fret all night.

Perhaps, the anxiety arises because of his chaotic work. However, in that case the reality, why would Ishaan end up interested in considering Micah's offer?

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