Secret Affair

Secret Affair
Interviews


Chapter 118


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Right here. Beside the beach along with the sun sinking Victor so doomed his life that became chaotic and unguided. Farewell with Amara turned out to put him in the hole of deepest regret.


"Is this karma that many people often say ??" murmured Victor after rubbing his face a few times


"My sin.This is the recompense I must live ??" Victor spoke to himself.


Shortness of chest pressed firmly by Victor while closing his eyes. True to the saying there is no regret at the beginning, regret is always at the end of someone's story.


Victor fell asleep there until the night before, there was no intention of Victor to go home to aunt May again, let alone to see and meet Miranda, it feels Victor could not.


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While Miranda who was so angry because Victor ignored his call chose to leave also from home. The goal is none other than the apartment given by Hadi, Not forgetting he also told Hadi to meet him.


"Just a matter like this she's gone already ?? He thinks the best man is just him ??!! I'm so sorry why I chose him !!" Miranda grunts in a taxi.


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Victor's ears were so disturbed by the ringing of his cell phone. He grabbed his phone lazily.


An unknown number could be seen on his cell phone screen.


"Who is this ??"murmured Victor who was full of laziness shifted the green button.


"Hello. Who is this ??!!" Ask Victor without saying anything.


"We are from the Horison Apartment Tuan. You were asked to come for an interview according to your cover letter this morning sir."The voice of the woman across.


" Horison Apartment ?? Ok.ok.. I'm there now." Victor immediately moved from his seat. He forgot if this morning sent a job application to the Horison Apartment.


"Thank God I got a job. Hopefully smoothly. Vic's spirit.."Victor cheered himself up and then immediately went from the beach to the Horison Apartment.


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A Luxury Apartment Residence is right in front of Victor's eyes.Victor's spirit entered the Apartment.


"good night sir. Can anyone help ??" Greet the receptionist.


"I'm Victor. I was contacted for an interview on my job application this morning."Reply Victor.


"Oh.. Good. Let me drop off the supervisor's room."One of the receptionists immediately let Victor follow her.


Victor obeyed and followed the beautiful woman.


Victor's trip accidentally passed through a fancy restaurant inside the Apartment.


"It's our resto sir."the receptionist introduced.


"Yes.."Victor immediately looked the other way. But his gaze was again directed at the Table of the Apartment residents who were eating dinner there.


"Mirandah..."Murmured Victor who unconsciously stopped his steps.


The receptionist enters the elevator and calls Victor. "Master. Let's go ahead,"


"Oh.. Yes."though it was hard to reprimand Miranda who was friendly with men but her work was also more important than that.


Victor got into the elevator with mixed thoughts.


It didn't take long, Victor had finished his interview. And unexpectedly, he was accepted as the server operator in that department. A smile was clearly visible on Victor's face as he walked out of his superior room. Although not a high position, at least he has worked again.


upon arriving at Lift Victor remembered miranda. He was eager to catch the woman who had lied to him. "I'm sure he's still here."Victor muttered. Who immediately pressed the elevator button to the CCTV server operator room.


Arriving there, Victor entered and introduced himself.


With the permission of his colleagues there, Victor was so easy to access Miranda's existence after the restaurant.


"do you know this man with my wife ??" ask Victor to his new partner.


"He is Mr. Hadi.owner of residential number 1222 12th floor he is also an investor in this residence."Reply to Victor's partner.


"Number 1222 12th floor huh ??" Victor did not wait for anything, he immediately turned his body and ran small towards the room number in question. As if to prove Miranda's lie, the love that was once maintained is now a deep regret.


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