The Big Boss For A Countess
The Secretary of the Big Boss
Contessa stood up while looking at the men in the room.
And somehow, everyone in the room was also staring at Contessa fixedly.
Seen from the sign in front of the room, this is the room of the private secretary of Damascus. Next to the room was a large window that led to the Damascus room. The glasses can be arranged, blurry or clear through the system of the Damascus room.
This is why this room was not visible from the Damascus office.
And this room doesn't look like a normal office. The whole ornament is classic and luxurious style, with a large crystal lamp above the ceiling. Tables and chairs were on the side of the wall, but each one was full of obscure objects such as liquor bottles, strange machines, sword collections, even piles of money.
If a drug or weapon is found, Contessa may not be surprised anymore.
The air around them is polluted with cigarette smoke.
There were about 4 people in the Secretary's room. And their appearance is not like those who poured out of the room of Damascus this morning. This one is so different.
Large sofas line up in the middle and giant tv screens display many images that are fragmented like CCTV in one screen. And those people were gathered on the sofa. And Contessa swore, the boxing balls that were lined up back there were moving like something was alive inside.
“Boss?” ask one of them to Damascus, “This girl was the one at that time, right?”
Damascus only growled as it advanced forward and sat on one of the sofas while shearing the tip of its cigar. He casually looked at Contessa and said, “It's your fellow secretaries, but they're more concerned with technical issues,”
In this case Contessa immediately argues that these are the Damascus bouncers. And it looks like Contessa saw them.
“So you understand why I need a secretary who understands administration issues?” damascus again.
Nervously, Contessa surveyed her surroundings.
These guys are like thugs in CEO costumes. Behind their shirts were many horrible carvings, many wounds, their faces full of piercings, their hairstyles were strange. There is no blame for elegance.
They looked rogue, looked evil, with a strong criminal aura.
“Yes Sir, because all you have is a bodyguard,” muttered Contessa while retreating closer to Damascus.
In this case, he thinks it is better to do what Damascus is than to have to deal with its thugs.
“Heh!!” Damascus says to its people firmly, “This is mine, don't hold it!”
“Kehehehehe,” kekeh they ticklish.
“Neither Boss, we belom want to die. Most gr3pe dikit,”
“You hear? They are not afraid of me,” said Damascus towards Contessa, “So better you go all the way,”
“My room?”
“You work inside my office,”
“Cieeee,” exciting all seductive Damascus, “ini is going to be a young wife,”
With his foot Damascus lifted the nightstand next to him and kicked it towards the Secretary.
BRAKK!!
The table hit the body of one of the secretaries, then bounced against the wall as it was deflected.
“A little more, you're already in there, so my golf practice material,” Damascus points towards the samsak at the end of the room.
“Sori Boss, Ehem!” hiss the secretary while holding his elbow covered in blood because his skin was torn by a nightstand throw.
“I said don't hold ya DON'T HOLD. Don't you know your brain? Huh?!” the hardic.
“Ya Boss,” hiss all. But still while grinning mischievously towards Contessa.
Their unnerving views seemed to be intent on devouring Contessa alive no matter the Boss' ban.
“Hah? P-Pak??” Contessa immediately panicked.
“They're tame, but like mabok again. There's nothing to shoot at, can use a gun right?”
“Yes is not Sir! I am a layman!”
“Stay slide the pin lock, coke, press the trigger. Make sure the gun is pointed to the floor when you unlock ya-“
“Father want to explain until one book I still do not understand!” contessa panicked as she walked towards Damascus asking to come with her.
But one of the secretaries blocked him at the door, so inevitably he had to stop his steps suddenly.
Contessa's puffed chest smashed into the stomach of the man in front of her. Contessa retreated while directly covering her chest with her bag.
But behind him, there were already people surrounding him.
Contessa is stuck in the middle.
“Wah... it turns out that you when viewed from a close distance is very beautiful yes, at that time only the style is still plain already sweet, now it has already mateng nih,” The man in front of Contessa lowered his head to keep his face level with the girl.
The style of the Korean Mafia, called Artemis. Certainly not his real name. These recidivists and street people, would be dangerous to their existence if their real names were revealed. The Damascus company could be said to be a collection of thugs and government inspections.
“Hold no,” the man behind Contessa, his name is Baron, whispering right next to Contessa's ear. The pungent smell of alcohol instantly struck Contessa's nose. “But kiss can ya?” baron whispers while licking Contessa's earlobes.
Contessa squealed while dodging and brushed off Baron's chest, but in vain. The man-man energy there is as solid as a stone wall.
“Job!” frightened screams.
The man whose arm was torn was hit by the nightstand, with his tall body pushing Contessa against the wall, flanked by his body which pressed tightly against Contessa's tiny body. Even weighing no more than 45 kg and only 155cm in height, how can he fight against a large tall creature that daily struggled with violence.
Griffin, the thug's name, sniffed Contessa's hair deeply, “Wooh, she's more fragrant than the last one I inget, she's got,” he lowered his head to stick his forehead to Contessa's forehead so that the girl looks up to him, “lo bener, like after being taken prisoner by the Boss already deadeng, we can work all day,”
“Nevent need to macem-macem bro,” hiss Artemis while carrying her cigarette, “Hand lo almost cross. I don't want ntar to be ordered to move lo arena yes,”
“Ck!” decak Griffin's. “Only-times I want steak..the treat is broiler chicken only,”.
“Steak former Boss, but hehehehehe,” muttered Artemis.
Accompanied by the laughter of Baron and Griffin.
“Cuy, the target has arrived,” Ivander, the man who has been sitting on the sofa and serious with his laptop, went and headed to the table that displays the katana collection. He chose one of them and checked its contents, “It seems less tajem for nyabet germ,” he frowned unsure.
“Should be killed or how?” ask Artemis.
“No, the order was made lame,”
“Yes don't tajem-tajem dong, wear a blunt one so it's more powerful, hehehehe,”
All chuckled and finally let go of Contessa who immediately sat on the floor limply.
“Honey he belongs to Boss,” hiss Griffin while licking his lips sign he is very hungry for women.
“Push once also fainted, what a delicacy, the body of the crate so,” Ivander draped the katana on his shoulder and chuckled while out of the room.
“Good yes here, diligent work, khehehehe,” Says Artemis while slipping a short barrel to her waist.
The baron glanced towards Contessa while gesturing Artemis out of the room.
“Eh, Princess,” Griffin kneels while staring at Contessa, “You can see the room here, but don't touch the samsak there huh. It's a guarantee. Their lives depend on smooth or non-payment, huh? Sip!” he said while picking up a baseball bat that was on the black end, likely a blood stain that was left on for too long until the color changed.
The room didn't seem to be completely silent when it all came out of it. Contessa could still hear the moaning from the end of the room. Where the samsak ranks are hung.
“What company is it anyway?!” she cried while trying to stand up and ran away from there, towards the SDI room to calm herself down and ask for a drink.