Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
New Art

Morning in a new home. Violin seems to be in a hurry to wear her shoes, Jimmy Choo with a sprinkling of gemstones. He woke up late and almost late to the office.

A perfunctory bath, the essential perfect terblow hair, plenary make up, perfumes as fragrant as dazzling.

Last night he set his cell phone alarm at 4am. But in fact the screams of the alarm were also unable to drag him awake from dreamland. It even turns it off at the first sound.

While still living in the apartment, Alexa always woke him up on time. Once every ten minutes if he had not woken up, Alexa would still scream as she pleased.

One thing she is grateful for while living in an apartment is the presence of Alexa. It is like having an invisible friend but understanding himself.

But in this house, Vio deliberately does not present Alexa anymore. He wants to find an assistant who lives in his house. In addition to saving, this is also not an apartment that has laundry and home care services. Violin is lazy to take care of this, call here and there.

So the schedule should be today ART it comes. But the house is empty. Sofia went to the rutan early in the morning accompanied by Pam. The plan is they stop by Pam's house for a while before going to rutan.

Maybe later on the road he will contact the service provider so that it can come in the afternoon or evening only. When he was home.

Today he left his home like a warship. What matters is that no salted fish are stranded.

Just as Violin grabbed her car keys on the nightstand, her house bell rang.

He hurriedly fiddled forward while grumbling.

"Duh, gini ribet still just a morning guest. Uh, the stove was dead, wasn't it?"

Suddenly he remembered the stove, earlier while taking a bath he had time to turn on the stove to make water so spit out. Then with lightning brew Aceh coffee. Coincidentally there is still croissant leftover, good enough for breakfast.

Violin decided to open the door first. Because it was close to the front door.

Indeed, he advised Pam to leave the gate open to make it easier for her to take out her car.

So the person who came this also directly hit the doorbell Vio.

"Yes?" Sapa Vio while observing the face of his guest.

"Is this really Violin Prawira's house?" Ask the person while reading a piece of paper in his hand. His big eyes were moving cheerfully.

Violin squealed, "who are you?" Ask Vio without further ado.

"Ah, meet my assistant from the agent." Answer the woman cheerfully. He extended his hand.

Hesitantly Vio welcomed the helping hand. He still can't believe this woman is his new ART. Besides still looking very young, maybe the same age as her, the appearance of this woman also does not look like her ART.

Somehow this woman looks simple yet elegant. The skin is yellow, maybe because it is often sunburned so it is a bit dull. But according to Vio will be very sweet if taken care of. His height is equivalent to Violin.

This woman the type who wears any outfit will look suitable. Even the simple cream-colored clothes she was wearing also looked beautiful.

His style of speech is also friendly, smiling and his eyes are always moving jokes. Really cute.

And what is it? The old tote bag even looks fit in his hand. Violin was doubtful. But then the phone rings.

Juno calling's.

Violin ignored. He knew this morning there was an important meeting and surely Juno was standing by at the office and called him just to save the scolding. Sometimes violin wonder, where's the boss where the men.

"Einem..." Violin cleared her throat.

"Because I'm in a hurry, I'll just show you the place." Violin widened the door for the lady of the agent to enter. Then quickly explain the location of the room in his house.

Arriving at the kitchen, Vio painstakingly explained how to use the microwave. The woman remained faithful following the Violin.

Then visiting the laundry room, Vio refers to the washing machine.

"Pick this button, then this and..."

Violin is dizzy on its own. He even has difficulty explaining the use of the washing machine when the time to buy yesterday has been explained in detail by the SPG mbak-mbak.

Never mind the washing machine, the lifetime of setting foot in the laundry room alone can be counted with fingers.

The phone rings again. Violin ignored. He is still trying to remember the instructions of SPG washing machine yesterday.

Then the woman precedes Violin's hand by pressing the wash button.

"This squeeze is for rinsing and this is for drying. Do not take too long to set dry so that clothes do not break quickly. Lift and sunbathe for a minute." Cerocos the woman. His hand movements were flexible and well trained.

Violin gawking. The woman shook Violin's hand.

*****

Violin was flexing her neck muscles as Juno walked into the room and placed a cup of coffee in front of her.

It was his habit before taking a sip, he would inhale the aroma of the coffee deeply.

"Aaahh.. relieve." He muttered while smiling. His mood instantly improved.

This afternoon is not so hot, but the fatigue really makes tight.

Violin slowly sipped her coffee while watching Juno. The man was busy fiddling with his computer. Occasionally sipping coffee that was made together with Vio coffee.

"Maybe I'll be late tomorrow, yeah. There's nothing urgent in the office either, right?"

Juno crinkled his forehead.

"Open this morning there's a priority meeting, you're late too?" Juno's muttered cynically.

Violin melengos. His assistant was indeed not vindictive, but his memory was incredible. And usually will always remind with his sharp mouth.

"Ck, tomorrow I have business in the religious court."

Juno stopped her typing, then focused on looking at Violin.

"Well, Mr. Atma really kept his promise." Juno grabbed his desk calendar.

"I try to count. Eemm.." he followed the date of the month.

"Voilaa.. exactly one month, huh? The power of cuan!" Again he insinuated Violin. Juno did know the most about making his boss upset. Who told you this morning Vio also pissed him off half to death. Barbara Brand almost lost a fantastic job contract.

And that boss with one blink of an eye made things smooth.

Here Juno just admitted, Violin is really a drip of Atmanegara.

Although impressed grusah grusuh, Violin knows enough to take advantage of her beauty in certain moments when needed.

What Juno doesn't know is that Violin learned a lot from Pam about seducing her. It is not selling that anyone can bid on, but selling to earn.

"I thought your transfer was good, Vi!?" Juno brought her coffee cup closer to Violin's desk and sat down in front of her.

"Not much, all is well." Answer Vio.

"Good." Hiss Juno.

He still remembers when Vio was going to marry Dion. How riwehnya son of a married conglomerate. Definitely the lackey here is Juno. Until choosing a wedding dress is Juno's job.

"Then what's the point of the WO you rent expensively?" Pekik Juno at that time. The shock of her work increased with the trivial marriage.

"Well you, I don't believe in each other!" Kekeuh Vio who immediately disconnected his phone.

Not that Vio doesn't trust his best friend, but sometimes Juno's bad mouth is more honest than anyone else's. Hm...

Fortunately, Malik is reliable. Simply bribed using free meni-pedi vouchers at the salon three months full, the wedding dress was sorted out.

"Also you can't get away from your father, Vi. Admit it." July Juno's mouth started to sputter. Vio sneered.

"Can I guess, more and more people are passing by early in the morning and late at night through your house. Hmmm..it could be Mr. Atma build a high wall that can not be passed by the drone though. Or, put one of his agents to work at your house."

Violin looked at Juno tensely. Not because all Juno's words were true, Violin recalled her new housekeeper.

This morning, he left Merry at home. Without confirming with the dealer or at least looking at the cover letter from the service provider. Even his ID card was not checked.

It is still better if Merry is one of Atmanegara's agents, what if people who intend evil how?

Vio patted his eel. He also forgot to tell Sofia to come home quickly. It could be that at this time Sofia and Pam are still busy touring the mall.

"Duh Junoooo's... I'm home!" Violin screams while groping the origin of her bag and cell phone.

Juno shook his head at the absurd behavior of his boss.

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