Step On Me
How to Seduce Your Boss

Every man has his own fantasy. Especially about girls. Call it Mr. Tian, the financial manager. They are perfectionists, hard workers, and family men. No wonder if he had experienced being an old bachelor before being able to edit his wife now. A young lawyer who is not only beautiful, but his brain also skyrocketed. Or Wenny, the super calm apprentice and pendiem but dapet Rengga's girlfriend, the troublemaker and petakilan. In other cases, there's Doni, the marketing department. Body may be bulging, but anime addiction is the same as milk bebelac cardusan. The criteria of her dream are a beautiful woman, gentle, soft-tempered, and motherly.

Where do I know that from? Simplest. My job every day is to read people. Working as an HRD, I was always faced with choices. Which people the company recruits, what the potential of that person is going forward, and what we have to do to further develop their potential. It was PR the day I lakonin. The psychology of the person can be read. From the way they talk, bring themselves, habit factors and also hobbies. How can I be in the position now if I am not good at people?

But baby, my theory can not be applied to Mr. Sandi. The cool boss with a qualified background and nominal bank account that can not be underestimated. The look on his face is flat, stingy smile, not predictable, even the way he carries himself is also difficult to interpret. Like a piece of paper, it's kind of a blank sheet of HVS paper. I can't read anything, just white doang.

Rude Password is like the dream character of the reader *****, CEO handsome cold-cold nyebelin ask to be cremated. While I 'should' be a heroine who can conquer his heart. Just yes, the two authors who are again hoping my story now as if I am not ridho so I pair with Sandi. But it's okay, even though I can't be blessed I will still go forward abstaining. Let's see, my version of the drama extraordinary you will be held here.

I recklessly this because it has been disappointed once, my dream can be thwarted dream husband with plot twist if Sultan turns out to be a gay man, do not expect me to be helped again.

Well, I'm ready for battle with a million careful plans. Like people want to go to war, it would be ridiculous to die if I could not set tactics and strategies. Know the enemy field and analyze every possibility. That's why I need accurate and reliable data before pushing for the future. I don't have much time left. Before getting older and expired, I should be Madam Sandi, should.

As I said before, every man - who is normal - must have the criteria of a dream girl. From what I observed and responded, the dream girl criteria were based on one thing, law of attraction. Just like a desert person who wants to experience life in a country of four seasons, or a country of four musins who wants to feel life at the equator, humans are greedy, they always want what they don't have. Like soulmates. We tend to be attracted to people who have what we don't have.

Because we actually feel empty. We hope someone will fill that void. Like a puzzle piece, when we have found the right and in accordance with our emptiness, then click. Is it pinter? Understandably, again preparing to be the wife of the boss sir.

Ahem so for that, in order to be able to match with Pak Sandi his son Pak Santoso, I must know the criteria of his dream woman. I also need to know what the big boss is looking for in a woman. If I can be the right puzzle pieces to complete the emptiness, stay sat set sat set deketin, make deliberate coincidences, and byaaar next year I have been up a guarantee. Okay Kinan, spirit! For a better future, cosplay used to be a puzzle.

"Sir Sandi doesn't play puzzles, ma'am." Kava nanggepin babbling I called with his bag.

"Effortless to talk to SMK graduates, where do you know what I mean?" I muter eyes.

"Mom wants to give Mr. Sandi a gift, right?" Kava continued speaking. "My advice is a gift that can be made, like when my mother gave me shoes yesterday."

I weighed in on Kava's advice. The shoe? But size? Njir, I'm dizzy.

"I saw yesterday Mr. Sandi wearing different shoes next to each other, kasian why his left right shoe is different anyway, kek ospek aja."

"Indeed so the model 2 sides different shoe parts. Those expensive shoes you can't afford." I am hina all of you.

"Loh I got three pairs got at home. Before it became a trend, I used it a long time ago."

"Not to bother you."

"Really, mom. Got me right same left also different like that. The difference if Pak Sandi shoes, I flip-flops for dipake to WC."

"Your words are of no quality." I'm tired of ashlian. Mending I started searching official outlets of branded brands to look for references. The story I pretended ngide want to love 'late birthday gift' special for Sandi, just the problem I do not have a clue about the specific items that became the favorite of my boss.

Seriously, I don't really know anything about Sandi's personal life at all. Let alone read the type of idel of a Sandi Santoso who every go to work his face is always flat without emotion, my favorite color is difficult.

I nanya Nayra is also free, even though she has been a secretary for a long time but she only knows limited to food and drinks that are commonly consumed Sandi, for a more private business Mr. Boss is very closed.

After me, Sandi does not have a social media account or may have but privat and only the closest circle can access. I know quite a row of former Sandi who is an average artist and model famous homeland, but the track record and image aired in the media is not much different from the daily office.

There is no exact info that I can handle other than the name of the father and date of birth. No less and no more. A very sufficient supply for people, but so minimalist to start the approach.

"Kav, how about...." Lah fucking he matainin my phone. I haven't finished talking yet.

I press the dial button on the phone with annoyance, but even though I connect many times still not lifted.

"Mons! Moniqs!" I'm sure my secretary.

"Call Kava to my room!"

"Kav-Kava's the marketing boy, ma'am?" You know my mood is bad, Moniq replied carefully.

"Is there another Kava in this office?" my voice is a bit high.

"Oh yes."

"Splash!!" I got to gini.

"Ba-well, ma'am." Moniq was flushed back to his desk.

But until the afternoon before the time to go home, Kava has not also faced me, outrageous.

"Where's kava?" As soon as I asked, Moniq immediately dragged.

"Have you been looking yet?"

"Updid, ma'am."

"Where does his son go?" It's not that I'm fierce, don't misunderstand. Yes although eighty-six percent of my subordinates will say that I am fierce, but all that is needed for the sake of my authority as a position holder.

He was flickering. Waiting for the spray I stopped first just manifested, "Anu Bu. it. em.."

"Anu.. anu... what the hell?" I can't wait.

Moniq hissing small. He's biting his lower lip. Habits that my secretary always does if again groggy. "That, Mom. He said if there was a need, I was told to go there myself." The woman noticed a change in expression on my face. He was getting ready the next time I exploded again.

"So he didn't gubris my orders?" Belagu really, just a few months of work, it's been arbitrary. Even though we are different divisions but my position is higher. About the man Mr. Boss, the behavior as good as the neighbor.

Speaking of udel, why do I become nostalgic for the same udel hole Kava that is rounded between the rice fields ready for the hoe?

Amit-amit is a baby! I wonder what Kin is. Speeds.. My time of determination on the guy moneyed for years auto collapsed just because of the udel.

"I don't know, Mom. I'm just saying it like Mr. Kava said." Moniq's face has been compassionate to ask for mercy.

"Yes already. You finish your job and keep going home, don't stay like yesterday." I gini-gini also the same attention of men, Moniq has asthma and likes to relapse if the frequent night air.

"Good, Mom." Moniq turned back to his computer.

After exhaling a rough breath, I open my powder then touch up there touch up here. Do not forget the red blushing lipstick that makes my face more immediately polished again on the lips. Oh yes, perfume! So girls should be fragrant, beautiful, and kinclonk. This is my face, not the newly cleaned toilet seat.

If it is not because I need it, amit-amit I nyamperin Kava first like gini. After all, he's the only person in this company who is close to Mr. Sandi, and he's the only VIP access I can use to realize my dream of becoming Madam Sandi next year.

Okay, I'm beautiful! Time to hunt Kava.

Uh, bentar. Why would I want to meet Kava if I have to dance first?

Error, hunting Mr. Boss.