The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
Wrongly Taking Medication

"Mrs, please. The driver is waiting" Sarip said politely. Even though he had orders not to let her in, he was still being polite to her. This woman is the wife of the President.

"Stella, motherfucker...." Lusi clucked in annoyance as he grumbled and stomped his feet towards the parked car in the drop off area.

"Deri, I want you to do something for me" Lusi made a phone call in the car. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror inside.

"How could you refuse my request, you know what I can do" he sizzled.

"Wait for me in the usual place" he continued, which immediately closed the connection.

"Sir, the prince of directions" he said, which was immediately taken by the driver.

Time is still quite daytime for clubing, but Lusi seems to be used because it is not awkward to enter, even the security looks bowed respect to him.

"He went into club house 88" reported the driver via bluetooth connection.

The driver returned to the office after receiving the order.

"Stella, come here" David said through the intercom channel.

"Well, sir" Stella got up and knocked on the door of the president's room.

tock

tock

"Come in"

"Can I help you, sir?"

"My head, can you do something to my head? it felt like prolonged dizziness" she asked as she twisted the base of her neck and slightly knocked on her back head.

Stella approached and slightly massaged the part that David felt was the source of the problem.

"Can you move to the couch?" pinta Stella as David.

Stella stood behind the sofa and started touching David's head in front of her.

Stella began to target the part that was believed to be the source of the pain

He pressed some acupuncture points to open up the blocked blood flow making David feel more comfortable.

"Is it better?" stella asked after feeling her muscles were not as tight as before.

"Not yet" David then pulled Stella's hand and placed it on her chest.

"This is not good" he continued raucously.

Stella's position, which is now down with a face that is very close, challenges David to again taste the taste of sweet lips.

Stella slightly opened her mouth while staring at David's hazel bead.

David closed his eyes and also opened his mouth slightly to give Stella access to explore it.

"I have to go back to the front" whispered Stella who immediately rose.

David opened his eyes.

'What the fuck.I think he's...'

"Inget wife at home, sir" said Stella as she giggled and waltzed out.

"Aaargghh.. when can I bebaaaass.." whining complained.

David couldn't help but hug her again. Expressing his sense of regret that is now getting bigger.

The more days Stella shows her ability, and the more he is amazed and jealous because clients who are young her age or who are ripe always show an unusual look.

Somehow his life was in England. Has he ever dated, or ever..

"Aaaarrgghh.." The further David's mind became frustrated.

"Stellaaaaa.." he cried with a growl.

"Work sir, don't daydream about what you're interested in" Stella said as she giggled through the intercom.

"Stella" call David over the intercom.

"Yes, sir"

"Stella's"

"What's up, sir"

"Stella Stella Stella Stella...."

Stella rolled her eyeballs lazily and then unplugged the connecting cable.

"Sabodo, he's the loser" he murmured.

Stella decided she would not answer or heed the president's call if she did not come out alone.

serprp....

Stella heard the sound of wheels approaching the door.

jegle

The sturdy door opened and a chair appeared that contained a pile of documents and stopped right in front of his desk.

Stella was flabbergasted, did this boss of hers intend to give all the duties of the president's section to do as punishment?

As expected, David put the pile of documents on Stella's desk and then he landed his ass on the oversized chair and restarted his work while displaying a smile even though his hair looks random.

"Master"

"Hm"

"Is the doctor taking the wrong medicine?"

David stopped his activities.

"Today has not taken medicine" he replied lightly and continued his work.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Work, or do you want us to make love?" said calm.

Stella opened her mouth.

"What does the room do?"

"Leave it be"

"Honored president, this way you're interfering with my work. So I suggest you go back to your room"

"Hmm. I don't want to, there's no you"

"But-"

"Work, don't grumble"