The Revenge of the Actor
One Step to Victory

"Why come here don't tell first! Try if Miss Clarissa didn't send a message earlier so you can wait until the afternoon!" sean's Reprimand to Imelda. Not because he was disturbed by Xena's arrival at the company, but he was worried about his daughter's situation.

Xena is often fussy whenever sleepy. Not infrequently the little girl rampaged if not immediately asleep. Had Clarissa not been desperate to get into the CEO's room, would have taken a break where young Miss Anderson was? That was what caused Sean to be a little annoyed towards Imelda.

"I'm sorry, sir. I promise you, next time won't repeat it." Imelda bowed before Sean, admitting her negligence.

Feeling sorry to see the nanny and her playmate so far scolded by her daddy, Xena also defended Imelda. "Daddy, don't be mad at Ms. Imelda again. My fault. Earlier, I asked Ms. Imelda not to tell Daddy, because I wanted to give a surprise." Sulking while struggling spoiled in Sean's burly arms. Taddy Bear's little girl exerted her ability to make the blaster-faced man stop scolding Imelda.

"Daddy didn't scold Ma'am Imelda, honey. Just scolding him."

"Iih ... same thing, Daddy!" xena Protest. "If Daddy keeps scolding Mommy Imelda, then Mommy Imelda leaves like Mommy, who's with me playing with Taddy?"

Instantly, Sean's body froze hearing the words of his beloved daughter. A pair of hazel eyes were staring at the same color of the iris as her. All this time I did not think that the presence of Imelda was so meaningful to Xena.

Sean closed his eyes briefly, trying to control himself so as not to continuously vent his frustration to Imelda. "Alright, Honey. Daddy won't scold Ma'am Imelda anymore. You satisfied now, son?"

"Yeah! Thank you, Daddy. I love Daddy!" Plunging both hands around Sean's neck while wrestling spoiled. The little girl looked so happy.

The wall clock is at half-five in the afternoon local time. All employees of the company have been preparing to return to their homes. That afternoon, it did not usually rain so hard. The thunderous sound of lightning roared with flashes of bright colored light above the sky kept popping up.

Luckily when the office hours arrived, the city of Jakarta was no longer rained. There are only puddles in the streets of several points in the capital.

"So, while you were waiting for Daddy in the room, Aunt Clarissa accompanied you while doing office work?"

The little girl nodded. The bangs on her forehead move adorable. "Really! As I waited, Aunt Clarissa accompanied me in Daddy's study. We played, joked together. Anyway, today I'm really excited to meet Aunt Clarissa." It was clearly a happy glow in Xena's hazel eyeballs.

Since then, Xena has been relentless in praising the personal secretary of the CEO. The tiny lips continued to blabber tirelessly. Every second only the name Clarissa remembered.

Sean turned his head, his beautiful hazel eyes staring at the clear eyeballs beside him. Xena was very excited every time she talked about Clarissa. Maybe now the secretary has transformed into an idol for a five-year-old little girl.

"When can I go to the office again to meet Aunt Clarissa?" xena asked as she opened her eyes full of hope. That little girl looks so adorable.

Sean let out a rough sigh, if Xena had already put on a cute and adorable face, how could the man refuse her son's request. Then, he replied, "May, but the promise before going to the office said it first because Daddy did not want the incident to happen again."

"Ready, Daddy Boss!" exclaim Xena excitedly.

***

"Daddy, look over there!" Xena's index finger pointed towards a woman standing on the side of the road. The woman was wearing the exact same work suit that Clarissa was wearing. "I think, she is Aunt Clarissa."

Sean followed where Xena's index finger was pointing. Up ahead, Clarissa was bowing half her body into the hood of the car. Seeing a car stop on the shoulder of the road in the middle of a deserted road, he was sure something had happened to the woman.

"Sir Lukman, please stop in front of there!" ask the driver who is behind the wheel. "Darling, you just wait here. Daddy's coming back soon!" he said before getting out of the car.

"What else is going on with this car? Why did he suddenly strike!" grouse Clarissa. Trying to figure out what damage to his vehicle unit. As he remembered, the car bought by Alvin was in good condition. From the machine, or other spare parts under normal circumstances. However, for some reason today his car just broke down.

"What's going on? Why does your car stop in the middle of the street like this?"

Clarissa jumped in shock when she heard the sound of someone's baritone behind her body. His head was almost covered in a car hood. However, one hand with a fast movement is already on top so that the woman does not need to feel the pain when her head touches the hood of the car.

Clarissa turned her head and found her boss looking at her with anxious eyes. Being in this close position, the woman could smell the musk aroma that seemed soft and sweet so indulging the secretary's sense of smell ventured into the air.

"You're so careless that you've almost unknowingly caused you harm!" Sean said without changing his body position. Still loyal to extend his hand up, to prevent Clarissa's head from hitting the car engine cover.

Not wanting to look into his boss' hazel eyes for too long, Clarissa turned her eyes around. "I wouldn't be careless if Mr. Sean didn't come all of a sudden. Walk slowly like a thief!" insinuations.

Feeling his efforts unappreciated, Sean pulled back his hand. He retreated a few steps back to give a distance so as not to get close to Clarissa.

"Why are you on this lonely road? Shouldn't you have arrived at your house an hour ago?"

"My car just broke down, sir. It was fine this morning" Clarissa said.

"Have you called the workshop and asked the mechanic to come here?"

Clarissa quickly shook her head. "Not yet! My phone's power's out so I can't ask anyone for help."

Sean clucked in annoyance. "Ck! Before going home from work, you first pay attention to the power of your phone. If you are at the 20% limit, immediately remove your charger to avoid unwanted things like this."

"So I was too busy leaving a job that Master did not have time to check. When I was looking for a trusted workshop, my phone died. Power bank wasn't brought in either."

"Here you go, let me call a mechanic of Anderson's family trust." Without wasting any time, Sean made a phone call and asked the mechanic who is usually trusted to do maintenance on the car unit belonging to the Anderson family to come to the location.

"They'll be here in about thirty minutes." Sean pulled the sleeves of the suit worn. The long needle on his watch was seven o'clock at night.

The man looked around. The road is quite quiet, there are rarely vehicles and traffic because this road is an alternative road so as not to get stuck in traffic. Plus the city of Jakarta which was rained from afternoon until after Maghrib made people reluctant to go out for the night.

Feeling sorry for leaving Clarissa alone in that place, she took the initiative to give the woman a ride. "You get in the car, I'll drive you home."

A faint smile was engraved on the secretary's lips. However, he immediately changed the look of his face as quickly as possible. "But, Master, I'm not feeling good if it bothers you," he said subtly. However, in the heart flowered as one step neared to victory.

"Be quiet! Don't talk too much! Get in, before it gets dark!" he said without dispute.

Clarissa nodded and followed Sean behind. The two human beings entered into a luxury silver car.

"Sir Lukman, let me drive this car. Your job is to keep Miss Clarissa's car until Anderson's family trust mechanic gets here. Before they arrive, never once have you left this place!" he said with a tone full of emphasis.

Stern remarks, cold attitude and flat face make Lukman did not dare to argue. Although little heart was eager to refuse, but he did not want to deal with the young master Anderson who was famous for being cold-blooded and did not hesitate to make calculations to anyone.

"B-well, Mr. Sean," Lukman stammered.

.

.

.