The Big Boss For A Countess
Fear Contessa

"Here you are," Damascus waved its hand towards Contessa as the girl hesitantly entered the secretary's room.

Contessa ducked into the room, at the end of the room, she could see Artemis, whose lips were bleeding and her forehead was bruised, for some reason, staring intently at her.

"Sit down" said Damascus, pointing with his chin, a single, classic-style sofa next to him.

Contessa sat down, feeling very guilty.

"Artemis, read it," hiss Damascus gave the order.

Artemis took a deep breath and forcedly exhaled, "Lo's head, Non," said Artemis.

"Use the official language, you-me-you-me..don't use lo-gue when talking to women, dong," hiss Damascus.

Artemis piqued with annoyance, "So listen to me yes, Sweet Miss Who is Her Name, I forgot," murmured Artemis. Then he pointed towards the samsak.

"We've said yes, unless you're deaf. If the samsak is not touched. Which part of that sentence do you not understand, Non? Do I need to speak the language so you can understand? Just say!" angrily Artemis while glaring towards Contessa.

The rarity of Damascus.

"For your office building to be damaged, the people below threatened his life, Griffin almost died being thumped Boss!"

"Not so many times," whispered Griffin who now neck again in the cast because of one of the veins hit the table floating.

"Diem lo Fin!" cut Artemis

"Njir.." murmured Griffin.

"Listen to Non..hm, whose name are you? I totally forgot,"

"C-c-contessa," hiss Contessa stuttered.

"Your name is very difficult,"

"Your name is harder,"

"Not answer me, cause trouble!"

Contessa was silent while looking down. He glanced at Damascus.

The man did not defend him.

Even seen enjoying the scene of Artemis nagging. Which makes Contessa more alone and frightened.

"If you don't belong to the Boss, your body is already floating in Ciliwung times!"

Contessa squealed as she raised her head, her eyes enlarged.

"So they're not just criminals, are they? Are there innocent people too? I just happened to free the wrong person! The proof is you're threatening me who's not a criminal!" Contessa pointed towards samsak.

"There may be women or even children in there that you have tortured! I have to report this to the police! Life and death are God's business, not man's! Except for the time being we are at war!"

"Not to be pretentious to warn this - that's it, we don't have time to serve you!" hiss Artemis while sitting on the sofa and raising her feet to the table. "This task of yours is only taking care of Boss. Technical business let us do it,"

"Tess, sit down first" murmured Damascus at last. The man's booming voice made the feathers of Contessa crumble. So the girl obeyed the orders of her superior.

"My other job is... What are the layman's terms? Kayak hehe,"

"Provider Thugs, Boss, wekekek!" kekeh Baron's.

"Yeah, that's true too. We're taking care of very dangerous prisoners to release. While the death penalty is considered too contrary to human rights. The apparatus wanted to clear his name, so the task of punishing was left to us. In this case.." Damascus leaned toward Contessa, "The public must not know. Or it will be a prolonged polemic. Everyone who is indicated to divulge this secret, we will resolve it. Understand you?"

Damascus is not like Artemis who explains with emotion. He spoke in a low and calm tone. But the threat within is very clear. Sharp and piercing the mind.

Contessa could only fall into a silence of fear.

He realized early on that he was involved with the wrong people. For him not too terrible after all his own father was also among the wrong people in the wrong situation.

But it turns out that, beyond Contessa's predictions, they're not people. But a bunch of demons.

"To my room" sizzled Damascus as he moved.

Contessa followed Damascus in a hasty fashion. I want it to disappear from there! If not for having to help his father pay off the debt. In his mind, if his father was still in debt, he could be one of the 'Samsak' victims Artemis and his friends.

"Tem, when are we going to Eterny?" ivander asked, lowering his glasses.

"Hm? Next saturday. Until next saturday again. So a week we're there" Artemis replied as she grabbed the glass and examined the torn wound on her temple. Damascus hit him many times, with its own baseball bat. Which he never used to play on the field but to beat up the victim.

Artemis turned to Ivander, who was grinning at him, "Kiyut? Whaties? That blo'on look that you say cute is crazy your times!" artemis sewot.

"That's what's so sweet?!"

"Yes the type of lo that wibu!"

"I'm the same type as Big Boss!"

"Gue balked at him being invited! Just bothering doang! There must be some other mess!" exclaim Artemis asbal.

"Laaah it's up to Boss dong! But it was also fun if he was invited. One palace was torn apart by hahahah!"

"Lagian the Nadine is pregnant 7 months using no party all! More gini work, where I have to go, can not be in the office ngadem," grumbled Artemis while re-examining his wound.

"Yeilaaaa Nadine is his son Bis Boss yes definitely his father invited dong! How the hell lo. anyhow you are very sohib with King Eterny. Mamm-pus if you don't come!" hiss Ivander while returning to his laptop.

"Whib what.When the Son of Belom became my King was pounded all out. Look at me if I meet throw the refrigerator so it goes viral." whispered Artemis misuh-misuh while examining his wound.

**

"Where's Tess? At home working here?" with a grin on his lips wrapped in a thick sideburn, Damascus' eyes flashed mocking Contessa.

"No sir," sizzled Contessa.

"You want your father cleared up Artemis?"

"No sir,"

"Or are you the only one I've fixed?"

Contessa was silent for a moment. The word Damascus.

"I've been cleaned up by the Father" sis Contessa in a soft voice.

"You again, you?"

"No sir,"

"Yes, just work here. Just so you don't bother them" Damascus pointed at the next room with his chin and turned his chair.

"Until when is my father's debt considered paid off sir?"

"Until I get a wife,"

Contessa immediately thought that if she had to find Damascus a future wife, she would be free.

"What kind of woman do you like? Who knows I have acquaintances," sizzled Contessa in a flat tone of voice.

Damascus fell silent, "If I like, take it, if I don't like it, let it sit down,"

Contessa is confused.

"What kind of a type?" he muttered slowly while frowning. He actually spoke to himself, but was heard by Damascus.

And the big man with the long white beard stood up. He walked over to Contessa.

knowing he is being targeted by predators, his escape instinct arises. He took a step back to escape.

But in the fourth step before he turned back, it turns out behind him there is a large closet. Banging her skinny little back.

Contessa took a deep breath nervously, then reflexively lowered her head.

The fragrance of Damakus perfume tickled his nose. Contessa's forehead is right in front of the heart of Damascus. Contessa could see how close the body was in front of her. Damascus' hand pressed against the closet door behind Contessa, next to it put in her trouser bag.

Contessa could feel Damascus bowing until the man's chin was stuck above the girl's head. And Damascus whispered,

"I can never forget what your beautiful figure looks like, when I take your girlhood,"

**

"Pardon Tess." Ella opened the door of her house that night and found Contessa sobbing in front of her gate.

The moment the woman opened the gate, Contessa immediately hugged herself, "Gue was afraid.." sobbed Contessa.