I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Sharing Opinions and Taste
AGAIN, Agni was amazed because they occupied an apartment in Frankfurt.
His apartment was not the type of multi-storey house like in Berlin, but in a 20-story building in the heart of the city. Together with Ishaan, Agni will spend the night in an apartment unit on the 16th floor. The man also said that the place was rented out by his clients so that they would enjoy the best experience in Frankfurt.
“It just so happens that the party we went to Saturday night will be held on the top floor. All of you can access the rooftop,” Ishaan explained after they cleaned up the luggage and arranged dinner. “Mumpung we are talking about a party, do you need to buy something to support your dress? High heels or makeup, for example?”
Agni stopped chewing her spaghetti. In addition to shoes for work and special flat shoes traveling, he did not bring other footwear. He thought, high heels used to meet clients can be used for parties. But hearing Ishaan's presentation, then seeing the apartment his client chose, the party they went to would definitely be attended by many important guests.
Obviously Agni can't wear her work boots.
“Umh, looks like I need new shoes. Is there a store near here—”
“Spend your food,” Ishaan's word. “We went to my mom's subscription boutique.”
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Agni thought Ishaan would take her to The Zeil, a shopping mall that, based on search results on Google, offers many products from various brands. However, the man actually took him to another area that looks more elite named Goethes.
“Goodnight, Mr. Marlon,” a female staffer welcomed her as they entered the shoe boutique. “There can I help?”
“I need party shoes for girls.” Then, Ishaan encouraged Agni who had been following him. “Serve him as best as possible until find a shoe that fits and is comfortable.”
The female staff, who introduced herself as Andrea, took Agni to a high-heeled shoe rack. Andrea asked about Agni's shoe size and the model she liked, then ordered the other staff to find the product according to the information Agni mentioned.
In less than five minutes, Agni was faced with five pairs of beautiful and classy shoes. Some are inscribed with gemstones, some are covered with gold. However, his eyes were fixed on the simple, but elegant black strappy heels.
“Good choice.” Ishaan sat next to Agni when the girl put up the strappy heels. “Take one more pair.”
“One is enough, Mr.” Agni also likes the velvet lining on the shoes.
“Take one more pair, Agni,” Ishaan give emphasis. “Your brown working shoes the soles will soon be removed.”
Jeez, Ishaan paid attention to that detail? Without refuting, Agni asked Andrea to get pump shoes in red pomegranate. The price never lies, especially if the one who recommends people is like Ishaan. Twenty minutes later, Agni brought two bags of shoes from the boutique.
“You also need jewelry.” Apparently, Ishaan has no intention of taking her home. “Anting and necklaces with simple details are good for you. Do you like bracelets?”
“Master, is this not excessive?” Agni at a glance saw the price listed on the ring displayed on the display. He does not know how much the nominal is in rupiah, but the amount must be fantastic.
Ishaan ignored his question. The man called a staff member to help Agni find the right jewelry.
Agni. For the shoes, he could still take it. But for the expensive jewelry, she promises to return it to Ishaan once the party is over.
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“Why am I the only one shopping? Do you not need new shoes?”
The question that slid from Agni's lips distracted Ishaan from his phone. They were on their way home to the apartment of the driver who also accompanied them in Berlin.
Agni tightly hugged her bags of groceries. “I am curious, do you consider me, in terms of dress, less fashionable? Moreover, we often meet clients from among the people. Their appearance is dapper. I am sometimes insecure with female clients.”
Questions are to the point, but Ishaan must answer carefully. Agni is not the first woman to ask him the same question. Tanisha often found her with various questions related to clothes until the results of her makeup. Wrongly choosing the word, Ishaan will be subject to silent treatment for days.
“I appreciate your awareness to dress, especially when meeting clients from among the crowd,” slowly Ishaan sort out the word. “Perhaps for standard lectures and internships, your appearance is quite neat. But I have to admit, for the scale of the encounters we face, you are sometimes underdressed.”
“Shame what my appearance is?”
“Not embarrassing, Agni. How to say it, yes?” Ishaan has his shadow, but it's hard to find the right word. “You need to add details like accessories. Earrings, brooches, or something. Bold colors like red are also quite helpful to accentuate your character.”
“So that's why you bought me jewelry?”
Ishaan nodded. “You only need to wear one or two, which is important according to the clothing board.”
The girl muttered a long oooh. “Thank you for the input, Sir. I will try to apply to my work appearance.”
From day to day, there was always one thing that Ishaan was impressed with Agni. Confidence, professionalism. Now the way to receive input to support the appearance. He did not choose wrong when asking Micah to send Agni CV thanks to his instinctual encouragement.
“So you asked my opinion, now I want to ask the same thing.” Ishaan was also curious, what kind of figure he was in Agni's eyes. “As your boss, have I ever been overloaded or expensive... impressed to intimidate you?”
“Master wants to hear my opinion?”
“One of the keys to business success is to accommodate the input of its employees.” An advice from his late father that Ishaan continues to hold. “Be brutally honest. I'll listen to.”
For a moment, Agni looked worried. His fingers did not stop pressing the shopping bag. Several times he glanced towards Ishaan before finally saying,
“Master is very disciplined. Rarely pleasantries when revealing something related to work.” The girl was silent again. “Maybe just an impression at the beginning because we are not close yet, but I had thought Mr. somewhat bossy and acting as he pleased.”
As loud as possible, Ishaan held back the laughter that almost came out. “Which part do you think of me like that?”
“In the club, when I set the file. Keep Tuan pangkas to pay UKT, I,” Agni cleared her throat, “I think Tuan is the type of person who will solve any problem with money.”
“Then, at what moment did your assumptions change?”
“When we get to Europe. Instead of continuing to use the plane, you choose a train to visit from one city to another. You also sometimes buy fast food. I realize, it turns out that Mr. Patent also manages finances. Money you spend is always as needed.”
The car they were riding in entered the road to the apartment. Ishaan wants to keep listening to Agni's opinion of him. It was rare for him to hear someone say this honestly and completely to him. Especially related to finance. Ishaan understands this has an impact on Agni who has to work hard to earn a steady income.
“I appreciate your honesty, Agni. Thank you.” His hands itched wanting to tidy up the strands of hair that were attached to the cheeks of the girl. “I hope we can chat like this even if you only work for a while for me.”
“I too, Sir. Again, thank you for listening to my babble.”
No, Agni, thank you, inner Ishaan, thank you for coming into my life.
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