My woman
Rival to Mr. Almart

I still keep staring at my phone screen, while thinking about who I call Sugar daddy. But I don't remember it.

"hallo?" I answered the phone call.

"hem, how long have you been answering my calls?" asked a man, whose voice was hoarse yet very seductive.

"who?" I'm still not sure if it's a bule sound, as you know.even I don't know what the name of the fucking bule is.

"i'm your sugar daddy. ARKA ARWIL rich young master, owner of ARWILNOS company" he said arrogantly.

"when did I keep your number? you're overconfident, you're not even richer than my sugar daddy, Mr. Almart" I sneered at him.

"you" he said, half-snaps me. I was too lazy to talk to him, of course I turned it off.

"how dare this woman turn off my call" Arka grumbled at her desk.

"feng Teng, do you count how much wealth Almart is? then buy it all, force him bankrupt in a day" he told his personal assistant, as well as a versatile secretary.

like the sound of an infection in silence, krikkkk krikkkk

"just right, Master will buy and bankrupt Mr. Almart. The young master went bankrupt in a second" said the assistant whose mouth was blunt.

Like goosebumps, surprised bin shy. Like a comic character when he was surprised, about that Arka expression, when he heard the answer of his assistant.

"then, what should I do? So that woman can leave that fucking Almart?" arka asked her assistant, tapping her finger at the table.

"why, you don't use a little young master. Use the little young master at every turn" the idea of his assistant.

Arka nodded her head. Signs of his assistant's idea. Can try.

One week went by so fast, with a heavy heart I had to work. Among Uncle Wu, whom I used to call father. Because my identity has to be hidden.

With a simple car Avanza veloz, which there is a picture grab... He is my personal driver. Not an online taxi aka grab.Papiku an extraordinary businessman, if the matter of ideas and strategies clearly he is very good.

I got out of the car, and went straight in. This time I really look graceful, like a woman. With a dress skirt under the knees, shirt dress and blazer. And black heels. If the shoes are high in guaranteed, I immediately nyungsep.

I'm reporting, like what Papi said. And I was put in the Design section. Joining the marketing director. Strange magical bin, I'm one room with his son Mas Devan. That's Saila, who used to be my best friend.

"oh, you work here too? Oh forgot you're the owner of this company's stash" said Saila mocking me.

because I basically don't care. The stupid alias. I just fucking. Until he feels like talking to himself.

"please miss big" said Ariyanto, allowing me to enter the ceo special lift.

"Ariyanto, do you intend to divulge my identity? You're so polite. Aren't you afraid there are spies here?" reproves

"sorry miss, I forgot" he said bowing.

"already, in the office. Consider me your subordinate" I said directly opening the door.

Papi is at work. Then I asked, why is papi so quick to find me. Or want to be quickly replaced by my position.Godaku, when papi rose from his throne.

"what about the papi arrangement? Great isn't this papa of yours?" ask papi proudly.

"it's so great that I have to be in a room with the child's tail" I muttered.

"that's it, but he wants her to see. Who exactly is Denada. papi waiting for your design" said papi while hitting my shoulder.

With a long breath. I just assented. Then I went back to my room.

When I was sitting down, everyone was gossiping. Whispering each other. If I really were Mr. Almart's mistress. I just smiled thinly.

"Denad. It's myjob. Please do it. Let's all practice" said saila throwing a design.

"okay" I said.

Heh you, you're pranking me. It might take another 1000 years....

Of course, I didn't obey Saul. But I learned what I wanted in that design. I have to prank him donggg.

After three days...

"denada, which design did I tell you to work on yesterday?" ask saila.

"nih" I said throw the task, and it hasn't been done yet.

"you... What is this. 9 O'clock should have been collected" snapped saila.

"you don't bacot much, the clock keeps moving. Than you waste energy. Mending you do. If not, make sure you get angry with the director. Or you're fired" I said with a grinning smile.

Saila tries to keep making designs, but always fails. And because of nervousness, there was no inspiration whatsoever.