I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Foundation and Color Corrector

WITHOUT Gabriella, Agni will definitely be troubled to take care of Ishaan while preparing for the trip to Milan. Gabriella happily cooks and cleans the apartment, while Agni tidies her clothes and belongings as well as Ishaan.

The wounds and bruises of the fights left by the delinquents were not severe enough, but created visible marks. Ishaan also has trouble wearing clothes until several times asking Gabriella for help to button up the shirt.

“You sure you want to go now?” ask Luca who stopped by the apartment to take Ishaan and Agni to the station.

“We should not delay departure so that we can quickly rest in Milan,” Ishaan said. “There are helpful acquaintances, so Agni also will not be too burdened.”

Agni so curious, there are how many people ‘kutin’ Ishaan spread in Europe.

“Because for you. Let's not bother cooking.” Gabrielle handed Agni two lunch boxes. “Be careful in Milan. You too, Ishaan. Tumben you faced a delinquent alone. Don't you always have a bodyguard?”

This question provoked Agni's curiosity. A person of high standing like Ishaan should be accompanied by a bodyguard, especially for a trip many months abroad. In reality, they are just the two. Ishaan also seems not to be the type of fighter because he did not do much resistance.

“They want to behave themselves with Agni. My time is silent?” Ishaan grimaced as he put his hands into the sleeves of the jacket. “Thank you, Luca, Gabriella. We promise will keep ourselves as long as in Europe.”

*

For business visits in Europe, Ishaan and Agni use high speed train. Most of his routes passed through the cities they came to. The costs incurred are also more affordable than traveling by plane.

“The duration of the journey is longer, but we can take advantage of the time on the train to rest or check work,” Ishaan explained when Agni asked why she chose land transportation. “Plus, the view is amazing. You are guaranteed to be amazed to see it.”

Justright. From the window, Agni gets a treat of diverse scenery. Starting from classic buildings typical of Italy, then turned into meadows and shady trees. In front of him, Ishaan was asleep while listening to music. It may take time to heal the wound.

Agni checked the clock on the phone screen. Eleven o'clock in the afternoon, meaning that Jakarta is still around six in the morning. She wondered, had Shia woken up? When he wanted to send a message, Agni instead received a notification from Micah.

Agni, sori disturb. Ishaan is the same, right? ask the man. From last night I didn't pick up the phone. Is there a problem? Or are you guys busy?

Waduh, what should Agni say? Although Ishaan doesn't ask her to keep the incident a secret last night, she hesitates to tell it.

Mr. Ishaan was busy preparing meeting materials with me last night. We are now on the train to Milan. Agni paused for a moment before continuing, Do you want to convey something?

Ask him to call me, yes, once you're not busy. Thank you!

“Whose chat is the same?”

Agni looked up when she heard that heavy voice. Apparently Ishaan is awake. “Your friend?”

“Not, this is Micah. He asked the Lord for news because his phone was not picked up.”

His forehead wiggled. “You told me about last night's fuss?”

Agni shakes. “I just said Sir is busy working.”

“Good, thank you. Don't let him worry. Let me call him first.” Then, Ishaan picked up the phone and got out of the chair. “Rest, Agni. I know last night you only slept for a while. Our journey is still two hours away.”

Again, Agni refused. So when Ishaan passed to the restaurant car, he arranged his chair to slant, then wrapped himself in a blanket until finally sleeping.

**

The incident that befell Ishaan in Rome made him somewhat parno out at night. Especially in Milan he only had acquaintances limited to colleagues. Where might Ishaan depend on Agni for his safety, while the girl who is more vulnerable experiences things that are less pleasant.

For two days, Ishaan chose to stay busy in the apartment while checking work and preparing presentation materials with Agni. The effect of the exciting dream had already weakened, but he was unwilling to lower his vigilance. A touch as short as anything can cause a more troublesome problem.

Meet them on the day of the meeting with the client. In front of the mirror, Ishaan notices his work suit. It's neat and clean. Only, he was disturbed by the bruising marks on the temple that were still clearly visible.

Indeed Ishaan can explain if the client asks or maybe they do not care. However, he was worried that the bruises had instead messed up his concentration when explaining the prospects of his project.

Ishaan. Yeah, he could use that thing to hide his bruises.

“Agni,” Ishaan approached her, “you have powder?”

His opponent looked up. “Dog for face? I have—”

“May I have a little bit to cover the bruise marks? If it runs out, I'll replace.”

Instead of taking the powder in question, Agni leaned over the body for a while. Ishaan held his breath; trying to control the inappropriate urges that continued to rebel.

“For a moment, I'll get you something. Sir just sit down,” pinta Agni before entering the room. When he returned, his hand carried not only two small tubes of different colors, but also a round mirror.

“Master, can you hold the mirror and point to the bruised part?” Agni instructed while opening the yellow tube. “If it hurts, say, yes. I'll apply slowly.”

Ishaan grimaced slowly when Agni began to apply yellow cream on the purple skin. In a few pulses, the cream managed to disguise the bruise. Then, Agni opened the second tube, then applied cream colored cream to perfect the previous layer.

“Completed,” muttered Agni. “Thankfully your skin tone is not much different from my shade foundation. Color corrector is also not finished.”

Ishaan did not understand Agni's speech, too fascinated by the work of the assistant who was so neat. “I will change. What was the product name?”

Agni shook her head. “No need, I'm glad to be able to help. We better go now. Today's clients are not less liked if someone is late?”

The two of them rushed to the meeting place. Unbeknownst to Agni, Ishaan sends Micah a message. She ordered her friend to ask her best friend Agni about the makeup products the girl was wearing.

*

The meeting went well. The client looks satisfied and curious about Ishaan's presentation. While Agni listened while noting the important points on the tablet. About three hours later, Ishaan and Agni walked around the streets of Milan with smiles of relief etched in the face.

“Omong-by the way, the makeup can be rinsed ordinary facial cleanser, right?” Ishaan wanted to make sure because he didn't want to trouble Agni.

“Can, Sir. If it's a little difficult, I can give you makeup remover.”

Right guess, Agni must have other options to lift the makeup. “I'm curious, you learned to apply makeup until you get that trick from where? Autodidact or course?”

“I learned to make up myself, continue to help Shia, my best friend. In my department, appearances must always be maintained, especially if you want to be a secretary.”

“Until you know how to cover bruised marks like this?” Ishaan pointed at his temple.

“In that case,” Agni cleared her throat, “I know from Shia who often.. can ‘luka’ on her neck after dating.”

It took Ishaan two seconds to understand Agni's ‘luka’.

“It's the same, yes?” Ishaan certainly often sees that type of wound. In fact, he often left it on some of Ayanna's body until the woman was overwhelmed to cover it up. “I mean, from color and product application. My bruises are bigger.”

“Nothing different, in size and color depth. Larger bruises, the ‘luk’ that it—”

Agni let go of her laughter. The sentence was left hanging. However, Ishaan did not pay much heed to it. Because what he was thinking about was not the bruising marks, but the fact that Agni knew how to disguise the traces of romance should they—

Ishaan's phone is ringing. Someone called.

Tanisha Ma'am?

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