One Night Stand With My Crazy Boss
CHAPTER 8. His Patience Continues to be Tested.

Prima looked at Faya's face until her head tilted. Of course, it raises attention for some employees who are around them. Prima didn't even care when the elevator doors opened.

“Pak, the door is open.” Faya.

However, Prima did not care. He looked at Faya's face. His eyes narrowed as if searching for lies from the netra of the girl. His face was getting closer, and closer. Faya's body tilted backwards to avoid Prima's face.

“Pak? Mr what?”

“You lied, right? There's no way Aliva wouldn't do something to you.”

Faya smiled faintly. Got you!

Prima's sentence indicates that he won the game this time. He will make Prima think that Aliva did nothing to her. He wants Prima to assume that the plan to work on it has failed miserably.

“I'm not lying, sir. What should happen to me?”

Getting that question immediately made Prima flutter. He pulled his body and stood up as before. Slide to the side and face the elevator door that has been closed since. He was relaxed as if he was not planning anything.

And Faya is getting more and more feeling in the wind. He felt like he won the round this time. It's good to keep working on it. Faya's not that stupid. He won't lose to a mad boss like Prima.

The elevator doors opened for a second time. This time, Prima entered without a word. Faya immediately followed the man and stood behind him.

“You can drive a car, right?”

“Can't, Sir.”

I heard the breath of Prima.

“Yeah, why is Uncle Ariga looking for a secretary who can't even drive a car.” Prima Gerrutu. And Faya heard it very clearly.

When the elevator doors opened, they went out and walked in the lobby. Some of the officers who passed by them nodded their heads in a sign of respect. Prima responded by nodding anyway. He often threw a smile at them.

Seeing Prima's attitude like this, it seems impossible if the man has a side that is not thin.

“You already know that you are in a loving apartment near me?”

“Already, Sir.”

“Good.”

Now they arrived at the parking lot. Prima was standing by his car. Feeling Faya still following him, he turned around. Expressing like saying something.

“Goodnight, Sir.” Faya said farewell that day.

Prima came in and sat behind the wheel. He tried to start the car but felt something was wrong. The engine sounds rough and strange. He lowered the car glass next to him and looked at Faya who was still standing there.

Faya immediately accepted the order. “Why, Sir?”

“Fay, I think there's something in the back of my car. Please check, Fay.” Prima's orders with a serious look.

And without suspecting anything, Faya immediately nodded and ran towards the back of the sports car. He searched for about the part that Prima meant.

Bruyne!

Faya gasped as suddenly a dark wisp of smoke gushed towards him. Until he could see nothing. He only heard the sound of Prima's car slowly disappearing in the distance.

Faya ran away from the smoke while coughing. He shook his hands in front of his face to expel the remaining smoke that followed him. The smell is so bad. It felt like his throat had become itchy after being exposed to the smoke.

Faya looked around, and sure enough, Prima's car was no longer there. Instantly he realized that he had fallen into Prima's trap again for the next time today.

“Primaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

God, why is there someone like Prima? He wanted to retaliate but realized that the man was the boss. How does he give Prima the calculation?

Faya continued to grunt violently expressing her annoyance. This day, he's been worked on many times.

At the gum patch, maybe he can still tolerate it. Yan made it upset half to death was, in a juice flush by Aliva. And now, his face is spruced up with exhaust smoke dust. A luxury car. It's impossible the exhaust is smoky. Faya did not know, Prima did deliberately prepare the surprise to welcome the new secretary.

“Yeah, Soraya's mbak clothes get dirty like this. This where can be lost.” Panic Faya. He felt bad to see the chest part of his shirt was also affected. In fact, it was Soraya's clothes that were lent to her. Instantly Faya became unwell on her own.

“Fay!!” The call made Faya look straight at him. And Faya's heart became numb when she saw at the end, Soraya was waving at him.

“Mbak.”

Soraya is shocked to see Faya's random sighting. His face was blackened with stains. His clothes are so.

“Why you? Kayak abis kecebur got, deh.”

“Hhh. If only Sora knew what had just happened.” Complain Faya.

“What's really why? Mr Prima why are you again? how can your appearance be like this?”

“I got fucked again, Ma'am.” Adu Faya with a look of annoyance.

“Yes geez. Mr. Prima is really. Very bad.”

“This problem is his shirt Madam Soraya. It's dirty like this again. This if it breaks how?” Panic Faya.

“Udah, it's okay. Don't think about it. If it's broken, stay in the dump. Why bother.” Relax the answer from Soraya's mouth. It was as if throwing away one shirt that was still decent to wear was no big deal to him.

Different from Faya. Jerseys whose armpits have been torn are still in sewing, sewing, and sewing again. Before the cloth is dirty and does not look worthy to wear, then it is thrown away.

“Sorry very much yes, Ma'am.” Faya Sesal.

“Yes, it's okay. It's not your fault either. You want to go home? Same with me, yuk.” Tawar Soraya's.

“Sorry notespotin, Ma'am.”

Faya certainly does not want to go home on a public bus in a state of scrawl face moreng so. It was fortunate that Soraya offered help, so yes, it was accepted.

Along the way home, Soraya told me a lot about the row of former Prima secretaries.

“The longest one, his name is Dini. That was two months he survived. But yes it is. Apparently she was also blissful in the end.”

“Continue, as long as there is no secretary, who takes care of Mr Prima, Ma'am?”

“Pak Ariga's. Mr. Ren's Secretary. Anyway, in this office, the secretary who can face Mr. Prima is only Mr. Ariga. Mr. Prima is reluctant if the same Mr. Ariga.”

“Oooo.”

Indeed, the prestige of Ariga and Ren is thin. Faya could feel it too.

The car stopped in front of Iwan's house. Before descending, Faya did not forget to thank Soraya because she was willing to deliver it. He also stood in front of his house, looking at Soraya's car until it disappeared from his sight.

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