The Big Boss For A Countess
Your Place Is Here

“So that party already knows that Rania got bullied?” a man in an expensive suit sat in front of the tense Widiyanti. This afternoon he got a visit from someone he most wanted to avoid. In fact, such tight guard in this room also did not prevent him from meeting this Devil.

“You play it is not neat anyway,” hiss the man again.

“Hm..” Widiyanti frowned while looking down. She hated Rania because she thought she was a mess with her relationship with Damascus. But that's all. He didn't mean to kill that woman. The medicine he mixed into Rania drink only served to weaken the woman's condition. It could be that he will experience hyper-emesis, or it could be that he miscarried. But not to kill.

Rania's death was beyond her expectations, but she knew it wasn't accidental.

There are people who secretly perform such actions without being asked.

Maybe at once to threaten Damascus so as not to mess around again.

And as he had expected, this man in front of him was his main mastermind.

The Father. Ranujo.

Ranujoyo almost killed Anthony when Widiyanti's ex-husband was caught in a relationship with Nadine, the daughter of Damascus. Right now even Ranujoyo is plotting to infiltrate Eterny to kill Nadine's child after being born. Nadine's life could be under threat right now. Eterny is kind enough to hide Anthony because he is the biological father of Nadine's fetus.

Widiyanti knew this, but she was still wondering if she would watch this performance, or if she would be kind enough to tell Damascus as an apology for Rania's death.

But apparently... The Great Kingdom of Eterny will tighten guard for Nadine and her son, so it is unlikely that it will happen.

What Widiyanti is worried about...

“Let's go, you just rest here. I'll try to get you treated well here. Just live for a while simply, without thinking about the business and treasures of the world. Meanwhile, I will draw up a new plan for Damascus,”

“Daddy's plan?”

“The people closest to Damascus are no longer within reach. Ali is dead, Nadine became Queen in Eterny with strict guard is certainly not able to approach. But Dad's spy says there's a new guy coming,”

“New guy? Women?!” Widiyanti frowning dislikes.

“Don't be jealous first, Wid.  Not necessarily the feelings of Damascus arise against this one. But according to the report that my father received, this girl had indeed been in love with Damascus first. He now works in the Damascus office. So dad will make intensive observations on him,”

“Who?”

“Name Contessa,”

“What will dad do?”

“Hm. Your heartache is paid for with life. Damascus marry you, or all the women around him die,”

With a face that turned bright, Widiyanti Ega sneered cunningly. He nodded with hope. For him age is not a problem, his father did everything possible to avenge him while granting all his wishes.

“You relax first here, as an alibi. No one would suspect father, who would dare to harass an old conglomerate whose taxes from his business could help the country's economy? They can arrest you only because of the insistence of netizens,”

“If my crime is only corruption, I must have escaped father.” snorted Widiyanti.

“Yes you killed too. That's why dad said, you're not playing neat. Too carried away by emotions. Never kill with your own hands. Like Damascus and its assistants,”

**

Things as complex as that are certainly beyond the sweet mind of Contessa.

Thinking about how to sort letters in an hour the number of thousands is already a thing that can make his head hot, let alone things like eliminating the lives of others. There was no thought at all in Contessa's mind.

For him, his current job requires a high focus that he must live because of debt. It must have been a burden to him. Moreover, the donation given Damascus, made Contessa feel once again selling herself to Damascus.

With a puff, Contessa looked around her.

The Damascus office is spacious, and cold. With classic furniture that was mostly a collection of weapons and sharp objects gilded in gold, a luxury that he did not understand. The liquor bottles on display above the cabinet seemed to show the true nature of Damascus, as well as a sword in front of it. The gold-plated sarung is like showing the prowess of the owner, the handle made of quality wood, and decorated with elegant-looking green emrut. The sword was placed on a luxurious table covered in glass.

A Replica made with technological sophistication so that it is 90% similar to the original.

Replicas of the world's most famous sword, used by a Muslim commander named Saladin Al-Ayyubi and used in the face of Richard the Lion Heart's army during the Third Crusade. This sword is called Damascus.

Ancient Knights often named their favorite weapons.

And the old man of Damascus did name him like that sword with a prayer that the man should have a fame like Damascus.

In silence, Contessa looked at the sword.

Stout, with a firm arch. It was as if it was incomparable slashing at anything that was impeding it.

Like. the owner.

And the figure that Contessa was thinking about suddenly appeared from the direction of the door, which was right next to the sword display. The figure was a large height, with muscles camouflaged from behind his shirt bent to the elbow. Contessa can remember clearly, the shirt was so large when worn so that the neck area sagged to the shoulders of Contessa when it was dyed up. Contessa had to button it to the neckline in order to cover her entire body.

Damascus is now wearing jeans, behind which there are some officials who follow him like a duck following his mother.

Contessa immediately stood up because she was feeling careless. He had not yet obtained a new table and Damascus did not allow him to wear one of the tables in the secretary's room, perhaps fearing Contessa would mess up again. So for a while Contessa used Damascus computers.

The employees behind Damascus stared fixedly at Contessa. Some even raised their eyebrows and frowned feeling strange. Perhaps they did not expect that the girl could be so presumptuously sitting on the President's chair. There is no one who does not fear Damascus. The man can be a time bomb to anyone, and at any time he wants. So the movement was unexpected. The apalgi of his rude attitude made him respected.

Let alone sitting in his chair, entering the door of his office room alone must be mentally prepared 3 days in advance. Not infrequently when faced with a sudden call, the employees were very nervous and could not say anything when rebuked by Damascus. After coming out of the hot room, they could have been instantly nauseous and vomiting in the WC.

“Sit down, I just met for a while,” sis Damascus while walking towards Contessa. The girl sat back in doubt, but she realized many eyes were sinisterly pointing at her. So he stood up again, “I borrowed the operator's computer only Sir,”

“Sit, I say,” Damascus tells him half incubated. “Place you here, not in another room. Understand?”

Your place is here...

A sentence that asks a lot of questions.

Though clearly the next room is listed in large letters ‘Corporate Secretary’. Why should he occupy the Damascus table and not be next door?! Maybe so are people's minds.