Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 17

The mentari looks pretty excited today. Although last night the city was flooded with heavy rain, he did not let the fog stay too long. He had to go the extra mile when he appeared on the eastern horizon, amplifying the light so that the temperature warmed up again.

The bright morning atmosphere, as if bringing good mood to Aishe. Although last night he had nightmares, even woke up in the middle of the night, but all that did not make the tomorrow gloomy.

The clock on the wall still shows at 8 a.m. But Aishe already looks neat with jeans culottes combined with cream-colored hoodie.

"Where do you want to go, Miss." Ashan walked over to Aishe who was preparing breakfast at the dining table.

"I'm working now, you forgot?" the answer.

Ashan thought, that he woke up too late. But as he looked at the watch, he realized it was too early to be ready to leave for the office.

"You don't feel like it's too early?"

"I'm an office girl, Mr. Ashan. Our working hours are different from yours." Aishe seemed reluctant to look at Ashan and was busy preparing breakfast.

"I'm almost too late, please accompany Mr. Diego for breakfast. Excuse me."

Aishe picked up the small bag that had been on the table, then stepped away leaving Ahsan alone. But before Aishe went any further, she interrupted with a small question.

"Tu-wait, Miss," he shouted. "You went to the office with ... such an appearance?" Ashan pointed at his face, as if telling Aishe that his face had not been polished.

"Is there a problem? I'm just an office girl." Aishe tried to emphasize his position repeatedly.

"Ah? N-no."

Who does not know BIN bank in Istanbul? Not just banking with incredible profits. A magnificent headquarters building with all the strict regulations. But also the gap from the staff and his appearance. Not only those who sit in front of the computer or welcome guests who look neat, but the security officer, also cleaning service was neat.

A woman with her hair neatly curled back, gave Aishe three work-uniform stels. He also explained, some things he had to do before office hours began, until the hours of returning home from work.

"Yes, Miss Hansel."

Heavy work began to be undertaken Aishe. Starting from preparing mineral water at each table, brewing tea or coffee for several managers, cleaning the corridor, even buying some lunch staff.

On the first day, he did not complain in the least. A week later, he was tired. The goal of going back and asking for Diego's help is to take revenge, not to return to being a piece of trash that is trampled on at will.

Aishe protested against Diego when he returned from office. With an angry expression, he simply threw his bag onto the floor.

"I think we've agreed before, sir?" Aishe looked at Diego who was leisurely enjoying a cup of tea.

"What makes you dissatisfied?"

"I want revenge. Take that man to the bottom of hell, but why did you put me in such a position?" Aishe slowly ran out of patience.

Diego let out a long sigh, then straightened his back and looked at Aishe. A cold gaze, like a small needle thrown so powerfully, pierced inward, vibrating the joint.

Aishe's hair suddenly stood up, her hands trembling uncontrollably. He dropped himself and knelt before Diego.

"Sorry, I shouldn't complain."

Diego took another deep breath and slowly raised the two corners of his lips. Just as he smiled, Ashan came carrying a box.

"Give it to her!" diego gave the order to Ahsan. Ashan obediently gave the black-colored box of doff to Aishe.

"Wear that and prepare yourself in an hour!" he said briefly, then went into the room.

Aishe did not react, she just looked at the black box while clenching her hands tightly. I want to be angry, but not able. Want to protest, but not be able to. He was at the end of a double-edged knife, moving everywhere, suffering.