One Night Tragedy's
Part 8's

It's not time to relax thinking about and remembering who you made love with last night. Dakota must remember that now is working hours. Although the boss is not in the office, but still he cannot be careless. The dependents are getting piled up, not quickly finished.

Dakota pulled the paperbag containing the perfume earlier. He did not refuse, or throw away. Honey too, expensive. For a moment do not think about and worry about the events of last night.

The secretary began to struggle with the documents on the screen, read carefully, then send in his boss' email to check again. In addition to focusing on the screen, Dakota is also busy picking up incoming phones on company-owned wireless phones.

Several times contacted by other company secretaries to make a schedule to meet with his boss. Since Aloysius wasn't there, Dakota couldn't quickly give an answer.

“Wait a minute, huh? I asked Mr. Aloysius first, whether or not to meet.” Surely Dakota would respond with that sentence. Seeking safe.

Then just called his boss. Since the phone was on, he looked for Aloysius contact without seeing the contents of the other message. Not interested even though there is a chat from some people. Now his mind just wants to finish the job first.

Jemari called her boss. Since on-screen is still a lot of work, be the phone placed with the loudspeaker on. Dakota always had to repeat the call several times. Aloysius rarely fast response, making it even more troublesome. But, how else, the salary was raised three times than before, just to be a corporate slave.

“Halo? Looking for my husband, huh?”

Dakota. Always every time you call the boss, who gets a woman's voice, is none other than Aloysius' wife. The questions asked are also there. It was clear he called Aloysius's number, certainly wanted to find the troublesome boss.

Unfortunately Dakota did not get the heart to reply with unpleasant sentences. Be quite a word spoken. “True.”

“In the meantime, he's changing pampers Carl, want to wait? Or send me a message.”

It feels like Dakota wants to say ‘deliver to your husband, hurry back to Helsinki and stop bothering the secretary!’ But again he held back because he already knew how the boss would respond. He must have asked for his resignation letter.

“I just wait.” Dakota is also still struggling on the monitor as well. Without deciding on the call.

A few minutes later, a man heard a voice coming from a Dakota speaker phone.

“Mr. Halmington's taking you to meet up tomorrow, to talk about something. He said there is a new project and want to offer your company, who knows would like to join as an investor,” tell Dakota directly on the core without stale bases.

“Oh .. If they need it, you just tell them to come to the farm. My son is too small to travel far.”

“Ok.” Dakota chose to end without a word. Now he does not want to complicate the already complicated work. Too tiring.

Calls from several other companies throughout the day a lot of incoming. Dakota was tired of talking.

So busy, Dakota forgot to eat lunch. Not feeling the slightest hunger. Know it's late afternoon. He only realized when he felt the stomach rumbling, and looked at the clock.

“Gosh ... four.” Since then there was no rest, now Dakota stopped working, then leaned back with closed eyes. “Want to have a rich and loyal husband, so as not to become a corporate slave continue,” murmured. “But not from the Dominique family, others only,” his wishes become more specific.

Not doing anything tastes so good. The noise on the head also slowly disappeared. Unfortunately, it didn't last long because Dakota's phone rang aloud.

Even though it was delicious to close your eyes, you have to pick up the phone. “Ya?” He didn't know who was calling, didn't have time to read caller id.

“Where is the photo or video? Said he wanted to give me a birthday present.” It turned out that Bella was collecting the prize.

“Ha? You mean?” For a moment, Dakota slowly begins to remember what happened at the nightclub. As he sipped a drink continuously, then his friend asked him for something to tempt someone with evidence that it worked. Slowly memories emerged, only in the form of sounds and scenes, for the face of the man who made love to him was still faint. “Wait .. It looks like last night I sent you.”

“Which is there, misdeliver, maybe.”

Dakota keeps the phone away from the ear. Open whatsapp for him to check his message history one by one.