The Become A Villain In The Novel

The Become A Villain In The Novel
Chapter 13


“Coffee come!” sania exclaimed as soon as she entered the dugout.


“Oh, good. I'm so thirsty.” I don't know since when I haven't spoken too formally to my subordinates. But if in the office as much as possible I'm still formal on them.


Sania gave me my glass. “It's got Mom and Mas Keegan.”


“Thanks,” replied Keegan who is still busy with her tablet. Lately he had been casually accepting Sania's presence. After all, the atmosphere between the two of us is also ayem only. And I think Keegan was aware that Sania's presence gave her some leeway in work. Maybe it would be good if Sania really made me a secretary, or even my personal assistant? I don't know, I'll think about it later.


“Then I want to share the coffee first,” said Sania and I replied with a nod. I told him to buy coffee for the entire crew.


I sit comfortably in the massage chair—utah, in this resting room of mine there is a massage chair, even he said the most luxurious resting room here—sudap sip my coffee. And read my script again.


Scroll the clock in my hand. “You're not back at the office?” I asked Keegan.


“A minute. I went after Sania back.”


“You don't have to,” I said as I stood up. “Go only. People will be waiting for you. I'll be in the bathroom for a while.”


I have a meeting schedule that coincides with today's training. Since the meeting only addressed the issue of our artist making their debut, it didn't matter if Keegan did. After all, he is more skilled than me.


“Then I go first.”


“Iya, be careful,”.


“Bu? Mom in the bathroom?” asked Sania who seemed to have just entered shortly after Keegan left.


“Ah, yes, San,” I replied.


“Copy already I share all.”


“Good,” I replied as was. If he keeps asking I won't be able to finish my wish to come here. Don't ask me what I'm doing. Anyway don't ask.


Not long after I heard a noise from outside. Like a door that was broken.


“Well, this place is good,” said the voice of someone I don't recognize. But clearly she is a woman. “You're not smart to find a place for me. I can't stand in the narrow room like that place.”


“Sorry, Candy, but we can't take another artist's room,” replied a woman. Sounded bright and full of worry.


“I don't care. Anyway I want it here.”


“Sorry, but this place already has,” this time Sania replied. His voice was no less gentle than that of the woman. But it sounds more sure. Good Sania, get those invaders out of my place while I go to war.


“Who are you?” ask someone, his spoiled voice sounds dislikeful.


“I'm his assistant Bu—“


“Your artist is a mom?”


God fucking. I'm not thirty yet and I'm still very pretty.


“Not,” Sania replied. “Dia—“


“I don't care who those mothers are. He doesn't deserve to be here. Anyway I want this place.”


“Tapi—“


“You don't know who I am?”


Holy crap. A spoiled antagonist of the power-hunter appears. Who the hell is he? I became curious. Was he the president's son up to that tall.


Why should you apologize Sania?


The woman laughed in disbelief. “You're really tacky, until you don't know the artist who's ngetop anymore. Not because you take care of the mothers are not famous so kudet. Your taste in following those mothers too huh?” the insinuation, makes me want to immediately break down this door and then kick the woman out.


“Listen yes, I'm Sugar Candy. Hear it? Candy Sugar. The soap opera artist is on the rise. Later if you go home with your tacky mother, try watching TV. Shroud Bonding. I'm the main character there.”


Pfftts. He plays soap opera what is the title so?


“If not satisfied just look at my instagram. My folowers are a million. One million.”


Chees. She's a soap opera artist and her followers are only a million? I have three million followers on my account. Although most of them are haters.


“Now you know who I am? Then get out of here!”


“Iya, I already know who you are. But still can not Mbak Candy.”


“Mbak, sorry,” said someone who looks like Sugar Baby's assistant. “Can not this room be given to Candy. Outside there are still many other rooms that are not less good.”


“Can't,” says Sania. “Best room should be for Bu Cath—“


“Heh!” said the Sugar Baby, then I heard Sania's voice whirring. Which seemed like he had just been pushed by that woman. “You are stupid or what? How dare you fight my orders like this? You think you are who.”


He's really a soap opera artist.


“You think you can survive after admitting this to me? Look, yeah, I'm not gonna make this. I'll tell Mr. Bambang. I wouldn't want to be a guest star on the show because you're acting like a gini with me.”


It seems Sania is panicking. “Do not. I'm sorry, but really can't.”


Duh, why do I keep apologizing anyway. You don't remember who your boss is Sania? This is Catherine Wijaya. This WJC still has my papa. Why are you even afraid of the Sugar Baby stashed Sugar Daddy being bald like that?


“I think here there is still another good room as said your assistant earlier,” said Sania. “If you want, can I ask.”


“Wah, now you're a great ass huh. You think you know this place better than I do? I'm Candy! Candy!”


Yes, you Candy. Plis deh, do not repeat mulu. Boss I heard it.


And when is this fucking stomach done. I can no longer bear to teach that arrogant boy a lesson.


“I'm tired of talking to girls like you. Anyway I want to call Mr. Bambang. I'll tell him all this.”


All right, here we go. I'm done! After washing my hands as cleanly and as fast as I could, I opened the toilet door a little tight to hit the wall. Three people there looked at me. They were shocked.


“Bu Catherine, I—“


“Bu Catherine?” cut Candy while looking at Sania.


I walked confidently before the woman, and was not at all impressed by her appearance. Her beauty was not as pretty as her arrogance earlier. The girl was probably ten centimeters shorter than me. Her skin is too white with thick make up. His face was a bit round but his chin was too pointy, his nose was too pointed, and he had a chest that was quite impressive in size. Impressive because he is very confident when all of that is clearly fake.


I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You want to take this place from me, hm, Candy?”


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Sincerely,


Dark Peppermint