My 100th Secretary's
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PRC Group Building Manhattan New York, lt 15 Bayu workspace.

Bayu immediately opened his iMac and found out about the name Kimberly who just entered his company. The name and photo of Kimberly Wyatt. Bayu studied closely and his blue eyes widened when he found out Kimberly had been married but the husband's name was not listed and had a ten-year-old daughter named Keira Wyatt.

"Kok didn't use her husband's last name anyway?" gumam Bayu's. "There may be a problem at the wedding so don't want to include the name of her ex-husband. Moving from Oklahoma... Previously worked in London. Born in Cork, Ireland... Oh ... Haaaahh? An Irishman?"

Bayu stared at the door of his study where Doogie worked. "Did the two meet in Cork or London? But Doogie and Hunter are Dublin's children..."

Bayu read again Kimberly's data and learned that the girl entered her daughter's name in insurance that was indeed employee rights with her core family members.

"Heart Damage?" Bayu began to unpack the insurance data that must be reported by all employees. Bayu's face looked sad as to why the little girl had suffered liver damage and was waiting for a donor.

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Design Room Lt 15

"Hello, I'm Alesha. Welcome to PRC Group" Alesha said as she extended her hand to Kimberly.

"Hello, I'm Kimberly. Please be guided and help because I don't know the rhythm of work here yet" Kimberly replied with a sweet smile.

"Obviously, here you can't say 'I can't do it' because you have to be sure 'I can' ! Take it easy, if there is something you do not understand, can ask us-we as long as you work hard. It's delicious here but we also have to know the reciprocity" Alesha smiled.

"i see's. Thanks for the heads up."

"No problemo..."

"Wyatt !" call the design manager.

"Yes Sir ... ?" Kimberly approached her boss. "How's it?"

"You're Irish, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Understanding Irish culture? Irish style house?" ask the manager.

"Eye sir."

"This bedroom design with an Irish feel." The manager showed Kimberly the layout. "I've sent it to your special account at this company. Make it today and one o'clock this afternoon. If it matches, the client will proceed to the other room."

"But why me, sir?"

"Because of other Irish employees, failed to provide client satisfaction. Oh, he's still in a relationship with Boss ...Mr. O'Grady junior."

Kimberly nodded. If there is a kinship, it must be different because the client certainly does not want the Irish style in general and must be sophisticated. "I accept this duty Sir."

"Goodle. Impress me, Wyatt."

***

Bayu Work Room

"Now, tell me who Kimberly Wyatt is." Bayu stared intently at his bodyguard who was already like his own brother.

"Bay, I told you, I'll tell you one day but you won't..."

"Kimberly has a daughter who is ill. The girl suffered liver damage from the Hepatitis B virus while she was in school in Oklahoma and now she is waiting for a liver donor. Do you know that?" Bayu gave a print out of his future this morning.

Doogie took the paper and read it. "Daughter? Ten years old?" whispered Doogie with a confused face.

"Yes. Data is valid because once an official employee enters the PRC Group, the core family data is entered for insurance. And Kimberly has given all her data based on the doctor's examination. All the health files, he gave them..." Bayu looked at Doogie who was still speechless. "Doogs? Douglas ?"

"Bay... Who's husband?" ask Doogie.

"Huh? Whose husband?" balas Bayu is confused.

"Kimberly's husband."

"Where do I know ! Kimberly did not say that they were separated or dead. So, are you going to tell me, how did you get to meet Kimberly?"

Doogie looked at Bayu. "Bay, I love you like my own sister but for this time, please let me finish it myself. It's my business, Bay... Please, you don't get too pampered and enter my realm... Okay?" Doogie stood up and walked out of the workroom Bayu who just gawked at his assistant looked confused.

"What the... Wait for... The timing... WHAAAATTTT !" bayu shouted after the door of her room closed.

***

Ten years... His age means fitting in that moment ... Is he my son? Why didn't Kimberly tell me that time... Doogie rubbed his face.

I have to find out for myself ! Doogie looks at Kimberly's apartment address and stores all the data about the girl on her phone.

Doogie calls Bayu from his desk. "Bay, I'm out for a second. I came home at lunchtime because today you have no guests."

"Where are you going?" ask Bayu across the street.

"Ke bar for mabok !" reply to Doogie and hang up the phone and rush to the elevator.

***

Kimberly and Keira Wyatt Apartments

Doogie arrives at Kimberly's apartment doorstep and it feels like cold sweat is running down her forehead. Doogie's heart beat like it was in the military and stalked the enemy. The man also ventured to squeeze the bell of the apartment.

Before long the door opened and Doogie saw a little girl with red hair like Kimberly but her face... His face is very similar to his.

"Yes ? Find who?" ask the little girl.

"Hey. I'm Douglas O'Leary of the PRC Group ..."

"Is mommy okay?" cut the girl in a panic.

"Who's your mommy's name?" ask Doogie while showing the PRC Group id card.

"Kimberly Wyatt."

"Your mommy's fine. But there's data that your mommy hasn't entered into the company. Are you Kimberly Wyatt's daughter?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Your name?"

"Keira Wyatt."

"Why don't you go to school?"

"I'm in school but homeschooling. What is the mommy data lacking?" ask Keira curiously.

"family DNA. So, can I have your DNA on this cotton?" Doogie took out a plastic containing a Bud cotton in a sealed tube as is commonly used by law enforcement for evidence.

"Sure. For insurance, right? The left cheek is the swab ?" keira said as usual.

"I... Yes" Doogie replied, handing over the small tube, and Keira opened it and wiped the cotton tip on the left wall of her mouth and put it back in the tube and closed it.

"It's !" keira's smile makes Doogie gawk because it is similar to her.

"Thank you." Doogie kept the tube in his Louis Vuitton sling bag.

"Jr O'Leary..."

"Yes?"

"Have we met before?" ask Keira.

"Why did you say that?" ask Doogie.

"Either. I feel like I've met you..."

Doogie just shut up.

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