I'm Not My Boss' Storage
Agni Suddenly Tajir

CLUB nights?

Agni checked Ishaan's address, then looked at the industrial-style building before her. The Ojek that drove him also memorized the route, so it was impossible for him to get lost.

“Good day, Mom. Can I help you?” The black-clothed security guard at the post approached him.

“This is true... Edge Night Lounge?”

“True, Mom. What's the need here? The club opens at five o'clock in the afternoon.”

The security guard's glance made Agni misbehave. He must have suspected, what need is there for a girl to stop by the nightclub at nine in the morning? “I—I want to meet Mr. Ishaan. Ishaan Merlon.”

The suspicions of the security guard faded. “What Are You Miss Agni?”

Agni nodded quickly. “Pak Ishaan is inside?”

“Yes, he asked me to let you in. A minute.”

The security guard opened the gate, then drove Agni into the club.

*

This is Agni's first time stopping by the entertainment venue. It feels strange to observe a club that is usually frenetic so calm in the morning. There were only two cars and a motorcycle in sight.

“Please go up to the second floor. Mr. Ishaan is waiting there.” The security guard then passed, leaving Agni in the area she assumed was the dance floor. As per the instructions of the security officer, he slowly walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Agni only found a black floor and leather sofa in the lounge.

Awareness increased. Don't-don't—

“Good morning, you came on time.” Agni turned around quickly when she heard Ishaan stepping from the corridor behind her. “Have breakfast? I can ask Mr. Yudi to find a meal.”

“I've had breakfast, thank you,” Agni lied. Instead, he deliberately skipped breakfast to meet Ishaan. “According to your request, I bring a contract and documents for your visa application and passport.”

“Hey, don't call me Father. Does my face look like it's a four-child om-om?" Ishaan hints at Agni to sit on the sofa. “My employees at the office call me Sir. You can use that one.”

“Good, Mr.” The call impressed Ishaan like a prince. Then, Agni handed over the blue folder containing the file Ishaan requested. “Please check first.”

As Ishaan studied the documents, Agni felt her stomach ache. Apparently eating a few pieces of biscuits and a glass of water is not enough to ward off hunger. Agni also hopes Ishaan will end the meeting immediately before—

Gruuuk~

Agni fluttered and immediately hugged her stomach. From behind the sheets of paper, Ishaan looked at her for a moment. As if not enough, his stomach revolted harder; making Agni embarrassed because of being caught lying.

"Say you've had breakfast.” Ishaan enters Agni's file into the folder. “The number one rule when working with me: you have to eat. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Not chance? Bring snack. I don't want to be in the middle of a visit or meeting, you lose focus until you faint. Understand?”

“Understanding, Ba—Tuan.” Agni's head was bowed.

“I will ask Mr. Yudi to buy rice sitting across the club,” Ishaan said while typing something on the phone. “You work today?”

“Later in the afternoon, four.”

“There are other activities after meeting me?”

Agni smeared her lips. “I have to go to campus to pay UKT and take care of thesis registration. From there, I to the contract, change clothes, continue to the restaurant.”

One of Ishaan's eyebrows shot up. “You have a handle to pay off UKT?”

“Ya, but,” Agni squeezes her knee, “new half of it. That's why I want to nego to the financial section so that you are given relief.”

“Three million rupiah.”

“Sebentar.” Ishaan moved on, then walked into the room behind the sofa. Shortly after, the man appeared carrying a brown envelope and handed it to Agni. “Ten million. Later I send money with the same amount to your account.”

Agni gawking. “Make what?”

“Pay your tuition. Come, thank,” pinta Ishaan. “Consider the money I gave you today as a down payment. Wear it also to buy new work clothes and cell phones. Your phone, uh, is outdated. Buy a business-specific series. If necessary the same tablets all.”

Agni's hand trembled as she received the envelope. What dream did he have last night until he could hold a wad of money?

“Thank you, Mr.”

“Your hope is coming,” Ishaan said. Mr. Yudi, the club security guard, handed Ishaan a bag of rice before stepping down to the ground floor. “Eat first. After that, I'll take you to your college.”

Agni was about to raise a protest, but her stomach thrashed again. He'd better obey Ishaan's orders before his boss changes his mind.

*

“Listen, Micah will help take care of your passport and visa. So, I shared your number with him so you guys could easily exchange news. Don't forget to send your lecture and work schedule.”

“Good, Sir. Then, excuse me.”

Ishaan waits until Agni enters the campus. After sharing Agni's phone number with Micah, Ishaan decides to go to the office to take care of her new secretary's job and selection. Secretly, he was grateful Agni did not ask any bad questions at the club. Even so, he needed to be careful and prepare a fitting answer.

I went to your place, yeah. Just grab Agni's file, Micah sent a message. About five minutes later Ishaan arrived at his office. Finished parking the car, Ishaan replies to Micah's message and rushes towards the HRD room.

*

“Good afternoon, my brother! I brought the chicken from Nyokap!” Without waiting for Ishaan's response, Micah put the lunch box on the table. “Where is Agni's file, let me give it to the niece who gawe in the immigration office.”

“Means visa can be settled quickly too, dong? I want a week before we fly, same visa passport ready.” Ishaan opens the lunch box from Micah. The aroma of fried chicken combined with the sauce of the plow immediately arouses hunger.

“Aman, lo kayak ask please same anyone.” Micah has eyes. “Most Agni must come several times to the same embassy immigration office to take care of things that I can not represent.”

Ishaan was relieved to hear it. Given that Agni's recruitment did not involve an office, he bore the cost of travel to Europe. Three months is not a long time. The amount of savings is more than enough to take care of the needs of one person.

“Eh, Tanisha know you recruit an assistant?” micah asked curiously. “People words HRD, lo tetep nerusin selection secretary.”

“No, I don't want him to know either. According to him, I would be difficult to work if the secretary was a girl. That's why he entered a guy's acquaintance to be my secretary.” Ishaan chuckled when he heard Ishaan's answer. “The baby will be as new as Ma'am Tanisha if you know I've recruited an assistant behind him.”

“That means you have to be quick-spread. Case Ayanna yesterday so as to be the last case you mess with girls at work.” Ishaan prepared a drink for the two of them.

“But I still doubt. You can't take a walk together with Agni in Europe? He is not a type of high maintenance kayak Ayanan, but she’s smart, I can tell. Girls who look innocent are also sometimes wild in bed.”

“Aneh hear you mention penance. Read it first, Micah.”

But it is true what Micah said. Agni, contrasting from her smoldering name, has gentle facial features. Her lips were tiny, her eyes were shady. Not to mention the fingers are pliable and inviting to be filled.

“Woi, woi, pervert later!” A snap of Micah's fingers drags Ishaan into the real world. “Abis from here I go directly to the immigration office. You want all the nitips what it is, extend the passport for example. Visa lo itself is ready yet?”

So dizzy to face the drama Ayanna, Ishaan to have not prepared the documents. The more impatient he wants to leave Jakarta to set foot in the Blue Continent.

***