Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 60's

I was stunned once again. Absolutely did not expect the person standing opposite me, who incidentally is the boss of this company is Alan. Yeah, really that Cecunguk.

He looks handsome as always. But his appearance this time was much different from what I saw every day or before I came here.

This morning I still saw him wearing torn jeans in a white plain shirt. Do not forget the small earrings that adorn his left ear.

This time, however ...

I kept watching him from his feet to his head. Her hair was very well-groomed. The banginya he raised up so that his forehead is wide and smooth like porcelain was plastered real.

There were no earrings or chain necklaces hanging from his neck and ears.

The grey suit was perfectly attached to his tall body. Really, this time he was not only handsome, but looked cool, graceful as well as charismatic. It can be said that the appearance this time is perfect, like the characters in novels that raise the theme of the CEO.

"Shut your mouth or the flies will come in, Miss," Alan said with a mocking smile.

I quickly clenched my lips tightly. Can't speak anymore, just being able to lower my head and try to hide my face, embarrassed.

"Is there money below? Why do you always duck, miss?" said again. Several other officers chuckled at his words.

I clenched my hands, furious. I think he wanted to embarrass me intentionally. I raised my head and looked at his face. "Sorry, Mr. Ars. I bowed because my eyes were glare. Because your forehead is too smooth, like a garden light," I replied with a fake smile.

Alan chuckled for a moment. "really?" tanyanya. "Then, can you trim my hair, so as not to make you glare?" he drew his face closer to me.

I retreated backwards, away from him. "I'm sorry, sir, I work as your secretary, not as a personal assistant" I said.

"Ah, is that so?" alan turned around. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the man named Arman who I thought was his personal assistant.

"Didn't you tell him what he should do as my secretary?"

"I just finished compiling his to-do list this morning, Young Master," said Arman.

"Then immediately give it to him so that he understands what his duties are," Alan ordered.

"Okay, Young Master."

Alan walked back. Arman followed behind him. But soon after Alan again stopped his steps. The assistant automatically stopped.

"Do you need anything, Young Master?" ask Arman.

"Hm. Please tell my secretary to come to my room immediately" Alan said in a loud voice. I think he was on purpose so I could hear him.

"Okay, Young Master."

After saying so, Alan immediately turned around and resumed his steps towards his room. While Arman was walking opposite, heading towards me. "Miss Alea?" sorry, polite.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Young Master asks you to come to his room immediately," he ordered.

"Good, Sir ... Uh, Mister." I don't know what I'm confused to call him. I don't know how old Arman is. He clearly looks very young. His face can be said to be quite handsome. It's just that his attitude is too stiff, cold. I haven't even seen him smile. Neither when I proposed here nor since he came with Alan.

"You can just call me Arman's assistant or Arman's, '" he said with a flat face.

I've guessed. The assistant really did not have any expression other than putting on a flat face. Since then, I have put on the sweetest smile. Even sugar loses.

"Okay, assistant Arman." Huh, it's hard to call him Arman's assistant. My tongue almost sprained earlier. Calling him Arman was much easier, but it sounded very disrespectful.

Arman quickly turned around and passed away without saying anything more. I followed behind him.

The other employees also began to disperse and walked towards their respective desks.

I knocked on the door before entering Alan's room and rushed in after being sent home.

Alan was sitting on the sofa. Leaning his back backwards while folding one of his legs over the thigh. He looked at me with a smiling face.

"Please sit down, miss," Alan said, patting the sofa next to him.

"Thank you, sir," I said as I plopped down on the sofa.

Alan lowered one of his folded legs and straightened his body. "I told you to sit next to me. Why are you sitting there?"

I was deliberately sitting in the chair that was farthest away from her. "This looks more comfortable." I patted the sofa I was sitting on and slightly shook it. The sofa is really soft. The price is definitely not cheap.

Alan just laughed. I think he knows I'm just grounded. One hand stretched out, grabbing the mineral bottle that was in front of him. Then drink it until the remaining half.

"Did you know? You're the only officer who dares to deny my orders" he said, closing the bottle and putting it back where it was.

"Woah, it looks like I'm going to get a muri record" I said.

Arman looked unhappy when I said that. His expression was not friendly at all. Still with a displeased face, he walked over.

"This is the file you requested, Young Master," he said, handing over a file with a blue cover to Alan.

"You can hand it over directly to the person concerned" Alan said.

With a flat face Arman turned his body towards me and handed the file over. "Please, Miss Alea," he said politely.

I received it with both hands. "What's this?" I looked at Alan.

"You'll know after reading it" he said.

I slowly opened the file. My blood seemed to boil after reading the sentence after sentence written there.

What the fuck?

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