Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 4

Massage the temples to relieve this headache. We haven't met, but we've had a fight.

My phone was unceasingly ringing, Adam's name was on it. Reluctant to lift the call, enough of our debate earlier. Maybe I'll text him later, hoping that at lunch we won't talk about Nayla.

I immediately got out of the car and tidied up my clothes, a black dress skirt in the mix with a sky blue shirt made me feel confident. I saw on the windshield of my hairdo that was still neatly bun. Immediately I set foot with the workers who began to arrive.

"For Sister Saras" said the security guard in my office.

Saras Angelica Suwito, that's my name, Saras the nickname of the office people. Raras calls Adam and my family, while Joan and friends from my nightlife call me Angel.

"For Mr. Hadi. Oya, this is breakfast for the other father," I handed the rice packet sit in the hands of Mr. Hadi, their smiles adorned his face.

They are very happy to get a little attention from me, although they can certainly afford to buy breakfast with their paycheck, but believe me, a little attention like this makes them feel appreciated.

My custom was to give parcels to the security guards located not far from my desk.

"Thank you Madam Saras, may the morning of Mbak Saras always bright as the morning sun," such a crisp joke that often Pak Hadi said to me. I kept chuckling to respond to him.

Seza just shook her head behind the high table when she saw me. "For Za" I said to my office colleague.

"I didn't you bring in breakfast too?" the scolding when I just sat down next to him.

"Do you eat roadside food?" cibirku.

I can be friends with anyone, while being with Dila I can be more detached as it is because she knows who I am, while with Seza I am a little careful, he said, even if others consider us friends.

Rarely do I tell you about my personal life, maybe just a little bit of a joke when he feels bad talking too much and finally asks how my day is.

Yes, that is, I often listen to his complaints on appeal to tell stories about myself. That's better than him knowing who I am, right? I'm pretty sure he'll avoid me and hope he doesn't know me.

At this time he was standing up to welcome office employees who had just entered work, while I was busy checking the incoming mail and also the appointments of company officials, and other employees.

No time passed, until I forgot to reply to Adam's message. Monday was indeed a busy day, Seza and I also took turns taking incoming calls and taking care of the guests' appointments by taking notes.

I always work hard even if my salary is not much. At least it's a job I can be proud of in front of my normal family and friends.

Until the voice of someone I knew was right in front of our table.

I turned my head for a moment, and of course those eyes were looking at me with a distinctive smile.

I could only be stunned silent for a moment. What's he gonna do here? That was the first question that came to my brain.

Seza pulled my shirt up and made me realize for a moment and stood by her side.

Scroll a watch on the wrist, a normal watch that is reasonable to wear by an employee like me. Even though I have a watch for hundreds of millions in my apartment.

I'm sure Seza will be looking for me with questions about my watch, although later, at the end of his mind he thinks my watch is KW.

"Your Master, who are you going to meet?" Seza had already welcomed the man earlier, but still I asked the same as my colleague.

Shit, the clock was already showing up almost for lunch, and this guy suddenly appeared like a jailangkung.

In the agreement also we can not be seen to know each other. We do a lot of outdoor activities, but everything is in privacy, maybe he doesn't want anyone else to see. Good thing, at least not only does he not want to be seen with other women besides his fiancee, I am the same.

"Take me to your superior's room" he said. His tyrant attitude is indiscriminate, indeed he is who can casually meet our boss at will.

Again I made it upset, what is so powerful he in this business world? In this country, I rarely see news about entrepreneurs and what their business is.

Television shows more often show cheap gossip or soap operas of doom.

Boldly I kept asking if he already had an appointment with our superior. Seza can only nudge me, I think he doesn't understand. Since then the girl could not let go of her enchanted look at Joan.

I told you no, if Joan was the kind of man some women imagine and want.

"You just call your boss lady, say my name, I'm sure she'll be very happy to hear it" he said.

Accustomed to Lu-Gue's call, upon hearing firsthand she said politely, it made me a little amused.

"Well Mr. .." I have to pretend I don't know, right? if I suddenly mentioned her name, Seza could have glared back at me.

"Joan Alexander," he answered, introducing himself.

"Okay sir, please wait a minute" I said.

I made a call to my secretary's room, before long I closed because we had to wait for a reply from her secretary.

Seen Joan let go of looking at me from earlier, though I always turned my eyes in any direction to avoid it. Luckily, our phone rang again.

It was the boss who replied, "Saras, take Mr. Joan to my room immediately," my superior asked.

For a moment I frowned, not the secretary who called me back, but my boss directly, it seemed like their relationship was unusual, I mean the business relationship between the two, I don't know I don't understand business.

"Let my master take you to his room" asked me.

We walked side by side to the elevator, I was a little surprised because usually, like novels and most dramas I saw, if you were a boss there would always be a private secretary following you, in stark contrast to Joan, he was alone, what in his company did he not have an important position? Is it because it is a family company and still held by elders in his family?

Although our closeness has been running for almost a year, but I never knew about his personal life at all.

Only Esterlita was his fiancee I know, because she used to call that name.

A name that makes me feel guilty sometimes even though we never met and knew for sure.

A name that always made me realize where I was.

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Tbc.