Poorly Forgotten Secretary
Hope Ambrosia

Ambrosia closed the door of her apartment with a feeling of great relief. The feeling he always felt every time he was free from the confines of incompetent and perverted directors.

He leaned against the door for a moment while exhaling a long breath. Till when? Ambrosia asked in her heart. Whether only his fate is unlucky, or indeed his destiny must always meet with superiors whose characters are almost the same, equally perverted.

"Disease," he murmured in disgust.

Ambrosia took off her shoes and entered her apartment deeper, wondering in her mind. And does he have to resign for the same reason?

Nah! Break up Ambrosia fast. He must remain optimistic and believe, that someday he will be reunited with superiors who are able to appreciate his performance without a certain purpose, especially with a hidden intention as before.

"Yup, not everyone who is high-ranking has a dirty mind like Hans Trigger," he said, putting his shoes on the shelf, "or.

When passing through the mirror that stood elongated beside the shoe rack, Ambrosia paused for a moment. He looked at his reflection carefully. There are times when Ambrosia feels her appearance is a little more charming than most women make it a hassle. It is not intended not to be grateful for what he has had since birth, only until now he has not been able to feel comfortable with the advantages of that one.

"Just because my appearance is a little more pleasing to the eye doesn't mean I used it to get my position all along, "grunts Ambrosia, "they think I'm just as incompetent as they are? I'm more proud of my brain than I look." Ambrosia gets upset when she remembers that.

He put the briefcase on the table, before finally throwing his slender body into his soft, tiny, yet comfortable single sofa - the only furniture Ambrosia brought from her family home in New South Wales, so that this small apartment has a touch of 'home' for him.

While interrupting her legs, Ambrosia looked up at the ceiling of the apartment. Although today feels heavier and longer than usual, Ambrosia is grateful that tomorrow she no longer needs to face her former boss, the strangest, Hans Trigger.

Yes, today is his last day working at Trigger Corp. That means that he is now again unemployed. But this is not the time to mourn the fate that is beyond his power as an ordinary human being.

Ambrosia hastily reminded himself that if he does not immediately look for a new job, then his savings will be drained for living expenses. Moreover, the cost of living in a big city like Melbourne is not cheap. Such a thing should not happen as it would ruin his grand plan.

In order to realize the last hope of her parents, Ambrosia plans to renovate a large-scale family home in the village of Central Tilba, New South Wales.

Still fresh in his memory how the father described his plan to remodel their tiny house into a large and beautiful family villa. The stunning natural scenery, and the coolness of the air, motivated Ambrosia's parents to renovate their home into a family villa.

How can we welcome your husband and children later if the house is still this narrow, said the father at the time.

If the house is large, you will definitely feel at home for a long vacation here even if only to visit us who are old later, added the mother.

Relying on those memories, Ambrosia decided to make a living in the big cities, which had a fairly high salary standard even for ordinary employees, in order to save quickly and immediately realize the expectations of his late parents.

"Father and mother are up there. Because you are closer to Him, please ask God to make my next boss more 'normal' and humane," muttered Ambrosia a little amused at her own whim "maybe a middle-aged man who was familiar to me, who had no intention of seducing me, or a competent yet motherly female director, which I can respect as I should. So please, dad. mom.., help your daughter."

Ambrosia could not help but chuckle at her own expectations, while imagining the bewildered faces of her two parents in heaven there.

"Well, I'd better take a shower before starting to open a job site on the internet," he murmured while shrugging both shoulders resignedly and then got off the sofa and walked into the bedroom.

The sound of the phone notification teased Ambrosia as she was releasing her blazer. He reached into the front pocket of his favorite blazer to pick up the sophisticated little thing. Jemari lentiknya calluses in some places—because too often typing and writing a report—swip a glance at the phone screen until pop up notifications from the email application.

Ambrosia's eyes twitched in disbelief. He squinted his eyes. Press one time on the pop up to open that incoming email. Not to forget he raised the light feature on the screen to make it brighter so that the small writings listed in it are easier to read.

Ambrosia read carefully. Not enough once, Ambrosia repeated reading the contents of the email twice to ensure that he did not misinterpret the purpose to be conveyed by the sender of the email, into the e-mail.

Before long, the corners of Ambrosia's lips seemed to lift up forming a wide smile. An email reply to his job application at a leading Sydney company he had just received. In the email, Ambrosia was declared to pass the selection of the administrative stage, at the company that was opening the job of Secretary, Levine Enterprise.

Ambrosia was also invited to take part in the next stage of selection, an interview test located at Levine Enterprise headquarters in Sydney, on the day and hour specified— was written in an email.

"Yes!" ambrosia shouted while jumping on her bed.

He did not expect God to be so kind to him by not letting him stay too long in uncertainty. Although the job application this time also arguably not sure to succeed, but at least there is a little hope. And Ambrosia can always depend on a single shred of hope.

While stretching his body back to his back, Ambrosia again muttered to herself. But this time, with a face hue that is much brighter than before.

"Dear, my dear parents.Another good opportunity has come to your beloved daughter. Thank you for always protecting and helping me from up there. Love you both."

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