The Possessive Young Master
The Part 21

"His love? That's right!" Seloroh Orange, with a faint smile. "I am just - "The orange is silent. He is confused about his own position. It's called Mr. Dave's personal assistant, but the truth is that he never worked for his master. Just once when making coffee for Mr. Dave, but after that. All Jingga does is sit quietly in the workspace owned by Mr. Dave.

"What only?" ask Mike, who is still curious what is the relationship between Orange and Dave. Because as far as he knew, Dave never allowed a single person anything else a woman to be around him.

"I'm just an assistant at Mr. Dave's mansion."

"Assistant at Dave's mansion?" mike murmured, who answered a nod of the head by Orange. "But why are you in Dave's study?"

"I'm an assistant at the mansion and at work, Mr. Dave."

"Oh .. " Mike was confused, trying to digest the word Orange. He looked back at the face of the orange more carefully. Her face is pretty, it looks simple. Mike's gaze toward Orange came to a halt, as the restaurant waiter delivered food to their table.

"Eat!" Mike Excited.

The orange just nodded its head, with its mouth holding its saliva that felt like it was about to drip. The food in front of him was very appetizing. Just a hand of orange, wanted to touch the food in front of him. A voice that called out his name, stopped the movement of his hand.

"Miss Orange, we're going home now!"

"Jo ." cried Orange, with a surprised face.

"Jo, what are you doing here?" Mike who was no less surprised, looked at Jo's face which was always expressionless.

"Miss Orange, we have to go home now!" Jo said, without answering a question from Mr. Mike. Because her current task, is to deliver Miss Orange home as soon as possible to the mansion. And answering Mr. Mike's questions, not part of his job.

"Fifteen more minutes, Jo, I ... " The orange stared at the food dish he had not touched, with its mouth open.

"Miss, sir said. If you don't go back to the mansion immediately, then your salary will be cut by thirty percent." Jo said, regardless of what Mr. Mike said. It was enough that he was scolded by Mr. Dave, and had to run the sentence overtime for one week. And Jo doesn't want to, uh, Mr. Dave, scold her back and add to her overtime. Because not immediately bring Miss Orange back to the mansion.

"Cutting salaries?" Mike spoke the words of Jo. "Jo, say to - "

"We're going home now!" Orange cut off Mr. Mike's words, then got up from his seat.

"Tu-wait first! You sit down and finish your meal first. Dave's business, let me handle it."

"Thank you sir, but I'd better get home. But if you don't mind I want to ask --" Orange fell silent, and hesitated to say it.

"Say, I definitely won't mind." Mike felt that Orange would want to ask for his phone number. "Nobody can ignore the charm of Mike Abraham." muttered Mike inwardly, with a wide smile.

"I want my food wrapped up, to be brought home. Can you?" ask Orange with a thin smile.

"What's? Uh, I mean of course I can!" said Mike, by scratching his nape that does not itch. "I'll order you a new meal."

"No, not new! This one alone, so as not to be redundant." Sahut Orange.

With a sigh, and held back his shame vein. Inevitably Mike called the waiter, and asked the waiter to wrap the food on the table.

Upon seeing the waiter leave, Mike stared intensely at Orange. Mike felt like a woman like Orange is a very unique woman, different from most women who have ever met him.

Meanwhile, Jo, who had been silent with her expressionless face. He breathed heavily. Jo did not expect, if Miss Jingga likened a luxury restaurant to a roadside food stall.