The Grand King and His Interpreter
Chapter 1 - Resign Letter

Things move because there is a force pushing. That's what I learned in physics class when I was in high school. So, when I should have put my resignation covered by the body of the laptop, it wouldn't have moved anywhere. Rains. I came early enough, 07:00 and the office was still quiet, even I opened the door of my own room, because the person in charge of opening the door of each room had not come.

I ransacked my whole desk, including the drawer, I could have forgotten that I had it in there. Result nil. I didn't manage to find him. Almost fifteen minutes I searched and I did not find the resignation letter I had printed before I left the building yesterday.

“Hallo! Cheryl!” I heard Hendra's voice crisp greeting along with the sound of the door squeaking quietly. “Your face is tangled once.” He commented as he walked towards the table not far from my desk.

Hendra pulled out his chair, then sat down. Take out a small bento box from his bag. I pulled my chair closer to where Hendra was sitting. He glanced at me for a moment and refocused on the bento. Aw! Hendra's girlfriend is very sweet, every morning bring breakfast. Today Hendra's breakfast menu is chocolate toast. Well, every day Hendra's breakfast menu is brown toast, unless there's a meaningless storm hitting their romantic relationship.

“Take..” Hendra offered his meal which was open. Inside there are four pieces of triangular toast, with a little remains of melted jam on top.

I shook my head slowly. Hendra let out a long sigh while putting his bento on the table. Hendra turned his chair towards me. Now, I get a hundred percent of the focus.

“I'm sure your problem is not a matter of breaking up or cheating.”.Said Hendra crossing his legs. I won't argue with him because my mood wasn't very good this morning. “So, what's up?” Ask later.

I'm silent. Not directly answer. “I lost my resignation letter..”my finally.

Hendra's surprised. I could see his face change from calm to panic. “Serious!?” He looked surprised and his hand either subconsciously or did not hit my knee.

“I kept my mail as usual when I put documents under my laptop.” I said trying to explain. “I also very much remember I locked the door of this room before I came home, and I was the first one to come and open the door of this room.”

One second, two seconds, until the fifth count, Hendra was still silent. I patted his knee hard enough. Hendra looked at me with a look 'please don't ask me, I don't know'.

I stomped my feet slowly to the floor so as to make the chair I was sitting on move backwards.

“Pray that the letter does not get into the wrong hands Said Hendra while taking his bento box again then thrust it at me with a face of sympathy, “I'm sorry. You can grab two of his bread, Cher.” Further.

“Hen, do you think there is a conspiracy element here??” I asked as I looked straight at Hendra.

Hendra did not answer and instead stuffed my mouth with a piece of toast. I didn't protest and enjoyed the piece of chocolate-flavored toast that Hendra originally put my mouth in.

“Hen..” I called him slow.

Hendra took one loaf of bread for himself before answering my call, “What else is it?” Tanya now with sura started to get annoyed.

“It's been a week.” I said.

“What?” Ask Hendra again.

“Brown toast..” I answered casually while giving the rest of my bread directly to Hendra's mouth and letting him curse the names of the animals, as I left with my glass to the pantry.

Actually, I'm not saying that there may be secret talks done by Hendra and my manager, because it's his job to manage the distribution of people. I wouldn't blame him if the conversation happened a second time, but I would be angry if he sounded it out if it was true.

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The same thing kept repeating until I couldn't bear to rebuke my roommate, Hendra. I accused him of conspiracy so that I wouldn't rush out of this company. I accused him of hiding my big plans for another department, and he agreed with our out of the box to the max manager, Mr. Evan.

“It's been to...four times, and I still lost my letter,” I sat on the sofa with a full glass of chocolate milk in my hand.

“Lost what mail?” Asked a very foreign voice in my ear.

I turned to the origin of the sound that came from the direction of the entrance of the recreation room. I found a handsome male figure with a neat-climbed hairstyle. I can see his forehead very smooth. I don't think I've ever seen a handsome creature in this office.

“What letters are missing?” Ask again, it surprised me a little. He walked towards me while closing the door behind him.

I hurriedly got up from the sofa.

Haha. I never imagined being caught in this situation. Should I answer what the question is? Yes, sorry sir I lost my resignation letter, of course I was not stupid enough to choose that answer. Besides, I don't know who this guy is, if he's just a guest, that's fine. However, if he is also an employee of this company, this will be ‘death’ for my career, regardless I really want to get out of here.

“Er... Mail...” I hung my sentence. Do I have to answer honestly? Or lie about the letter?

Kriet!!

“Steve, come to lunch.” My boss's voice made me and the man in front of me turn their heads together.

“Pak David first, I want to take my supplies in the room, mama bring me rendang to be shared with Mr. David and others.” A man named Steve chimed in with a smile.

Her smile was warm. But, wait a minute. Why should she tell me about her mother? Who is this guy really?

Trying to remain cautious, I glanced at Mr. David nodding his head.

“Thanks, you know... I'll call Miss Susan to say thank you while you're in the room.”

Steve responded with a smile, but not a single step from where he stood.

“And you, Cheryl..you why?” Ask Mr. David who suddenly made my heart beat more unbecause.

“Err...bikin milk, sir.” Reply slowly.

“Pfftt!”

I glanced at Steve and gave my annoyed look.

Mr. David raised his eyebrows, then walked to the door. “Don't be too frequent, be careful diabetes.” His words before finally coming out left a strange silence between me and this strange creature named Steve in the room.

“Meet me in my room after lunch hour.

Huh uh?In chamber?

“Sorry if I'm not polite, but whose father?” My toot.

This magical creature in front of me did not answer and instead laughed, which surprised me. Steave wiped away the small tears that came out from the corner of his eyes.

“You should be careful when you want to ask something, fortunately it is not Mama who heard your question.” He said while still laughing a little.

Degh's! Miss Susan?

I hurriedly bowed my ninety degrees toward Steve. If Steve is the son of Miss Susan, then Steve is the heir of the Mahawira family business empire.

Ms. Susan is the wife of the president director and co-owner of Mahawira Group. The company I work for, Mahawira Auto Part Co.Ltd is one of the subsidiaries of a dozen subsidiary companies that are connected in Mahawira Group. Mahawira Group is a family company raised by three Mahawira brothers.

Now, let me pray about the safety of my bank account if Steave doesn't accept my very disrespectful attitude towards him.

“Pak, I apologize for being disrespectful to you.” I mean it.

There was no response, but the next second I felt a taper stick to my cheek. I made my head look at Steve who also bent his body leaning towards me. Our faces are only a few inches away. His right hand grasped a fold of paper formed into a square, so that when one of its corners landed on my cheek, it felt slightly sharp.

“I was curious, actually what really makes you want to stop..”tujarnya who then holds my shoulder.

I dare not answer. If my guess is correct, my lost letters are in the hands of this future presidential candidate before me. My fate is so damn.

“Do I have to ask Hendra to immediately range how much money you get when you stop?” Steve's friendly smile disappeared as he said that.

Again I just kept quiet. I chose to look at my glass. Steave let out a long breath.

“Don't forget to come to my room after I finish lunch.” He took his hand off my shoulder. I straightened my body and tried to look at Steve. “Oh yes, of course you won't mind if I take this, right?” Without waiting for me to say ‘iya’, Steve's hand grabbed my glass. He took a sip of it for a while, then looked at me again as if saying I want it, I get it on his face.

Of course this young master would always get what he wanted. Even though it pisses me off. “Nothing, Sir.. Can be for Mr.”kataku.

Steve chuckles, but seems to be trying to control his emotions.

“OK, here I take.” He said as he left me alone, after arbitrarily taking my chocolate milk.

Luckily, Steave is the crown prince. Otherwise, I would have poured my chocolate milk over his head. How can my letter fly all the way to the director's desk?

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