The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
I'm Wanna...

"Who did you decide this meeting was over?" Sharon was annoyed by Stella's calmly spoken words.

"Have you forgotten that he's my secretary? of course he had arranged my schedule so that the work could be completed quickly. After all, you have no intention of agreeing to my request. So the contract can not be extended" answered loud David who began to care about the behavior of his former clients.

Sharon pushed forward wanting to hold David back from leaving him. Of course he has a plan behind this meeting.

But Stella who read the situation stepped forward in front of David.

"Sorry, the lowly girl holds the title of magister and is still a virgin to pass by carrying an important person. You cheesy please step aside" Stella's circus surprised David.

Stella even held back the hand kite that was about to slap her.

"Are you sure you're using your right hand to do something in vain? because I guarantee you can't use it anymore. You may have to use your left hand to eat" Stella threatened as she tightened her grip on Sharon's complaining wrist.

Stella then threw the hand and shifted Sharon's body with her body to make way for the president.

Stella's sweet smile again expands when it allows the president to come out after he managed to open the way. Then push Sharon behind him with her ass.

"Damn it, you brash girl. Nervous, can be scolded grandfather if gini" shouted Sharon who was anxious after cursing Stella.

"Thank you, ekhem, the lowly girl has the title of magister" David said while in the car withholding his laughter.

"Whispering" Stella's hiss made the driver shocked.

How dare this girl speak disrespectfully to her employer.

"We went to this restaurant, sir, and then I found a closed parking space to keep the car safe" editah Stella showed the location of the next meeting held in a Padang cuisine restaurant which is quite spacious but the parking area is open. Stella is worried that someone is acting ignorantly on the boss' luxury car.

The driver nodded in understanding.

Stella turned one hand to David.

"What?" ask David.

"Solicit money for the driver. He also had to have lunch while waiting for the meeting" Stella explained.

David just smelled a smile then reached into his pants pocket and pulled 2 pieces of money in red.

Stella pulled 2 pieces and handed the other 1 sheet to the driver.

"Anything is enough for lunch alone. Men if given money more run where" he said make David again mengolum smile.

"Udah fits into her inner mother" mother.

they entered an impromptu private room that was only in the bulkhead by a wooden divider with a hollow wood carving pattern, so at least it can be used to peek.

"Where are the clients who call for meetings in a simple place like this, sir?" stella asked when some food orders were served. They waited for 5 minutes. The typical French food that was tempting Stella makes her stomach cringe when now faced with the mandatory menu of pasture cuisine.

Highlight his eyes sparkled when the waitres kept the rendang right in front of him.

glug

Stella gulps.

"Udaaah eat first. It's been a while"

"Why not talk about it"

Stella immediately washed her hands in the available sink and devoured whatever was in front of her.

His fight was very energy draining.

Stella fell asleep after finishing 2 servings of rice with various side dishes available.

"It's like a full stomach can be stupid, brother" he murmured in his sleep.

David looked.

"Sister?" David was very familiar with the call. He remembered the time they wanted to study together but became a learning cooking event with David as his tutor.

David glanced at the drooping head on the dining table that David had ordered to clean, but he refused to wake Stella.

A speck of dew was sticking out at the corner of the girl's eyes.

"Stella.you still remember me" she wrote. His hands floated in the air when he wanted to rub his head. But fear disturbed his sleep.

"Master why don't you get upin' this where?" stella asked when she realized she was somewhere else. As he remembered the last time he was in a padang restaurant and fell asleep after a glut of eating.

"Awake? need to get me something?" ask Meyra. They were in the employee break room provided in the pantry.

"Auntie, why is Stella here? did Stella ever again.. meeting... meeting how was it?" stella asked frantically and hurriedly got up to pull over the thin blanket.

"Meetingnya was already in a French restaurant, how the hell are you? how did you pass out, huh?"

"Fainting? where could Stella have fainted. Stella people sleepy because of the satiety of eating"

Stella thought of something.

"Who brought Stella here, bi?" he whispered a little.

"You think?" Meyra asked back while crossing her chest hands.

Stella covered her open mouth with both hands.

"There's no way she's holding me, is she, bi?"

"Then you think Mr. Komar should carry you, do you?"

"Yes that's not it either. But why wasn't Stella built?"

"Maybe it's your kebo, rather than a late meeting" Meyra explained steadily.

"But surely people see Stella, bi"

"Quiet down. The boss had used stealth mode, so it was not unusual for you to carry a new cake carrying" Meyra said, mocking Stella, whose face began to turn red.

"Aaargghh, the basis of bego.why should sleep in any place try" he whined.

"There's work again. Ntar blasphemed his boss admirer again, leha leha mulu"

Stella then got up and out of the pantry while hiding her embarrassment.

"Basar kebo, can usually die eating abis" he said curiously to himself.

tock

tock

Stella pushed the door straight away after knocking.

"Sir, I'm sorry - I'm empty" Stella dyed because there was no one in this exclusive room.

"Bi, where is mister rese?" he asked Meyra who was at his desk.

Meyra.

"Eh asked instead of diem"

"Prepare drinking for 2 people. Take her to the meeting room"

Stella gasped when she heard David's voice coming behind her.

"B well, sir" Stella grimaced and went back to the pantry to make a drink.

"Fucking mouth. Can't you control yourself anyway?" Stella patted her lips repeatedly.

tock

tock

Stella opened the glass door and placed the drink in front of a pair of guests sitting on the side chair near her president's chair.

"She." The guest's speech, which was a woman, was cut off when he saw David moving his index and middle fingers at Stella's sign asking her to come closer.

Stella approached and bowed as it seemed the boss was about to say something his guests should never know.

Stella put her ears close.

"I want milk.."