Tough Servant Taste Wife.
23: PTRI: First visit

'Home? Husband?'s?' His mind was only on one word that always ringed in his head.

That amazing sentence that really came out of the lips that Alves had kissed.

'When everyone has gathered in the room, but why did you not start at all?' Anxious about the increasingly awkward atmosphere, Orson immediately walked up to his boss who was cool in daydreaming. "Gentlemen, the meeting has just begun." Whisper Orson to his Boss.

But once again, Alves paid no heed to the warnings of his private secretary.

'How yes? I think I'm the one who made all women's hearts melt, but not Elly. How can I make her feel for me?' Alves was increasingly thinking hard, because he had received a challenge that was quite interesting, if Elly would accept his offer as long as it could make his heart moved to like it.

Butwhat?

Alves was also in the pomegranate period, because he only this time had to face a woman who had a determination that did not have any feelings for him.

'Even if he satisfies me with his body. Not that he instilled his feelings in me.'' Alves thought so, since it was all the service of a servant, that was what Elly did to him.

"Boss, aren't you starting this meeting?" One voice from a woman instantly drew all of Alves' thoughts back then.

Alves, who happened to be sitting on the very end of the chair, from the ten-meter-long table, immediately confirmed his sitting position and placed both hands in front of the laptop.

"You guys are quite diligent, until you want to remind me to start a meeting" Alves said with a simple smile.

'Erkk...why did the Boss suddenly smile like that?'

'The boss who usually had a serious expression, suddenly smiled? About who was the one who managed to make Boss smile like that huh? Who was the person the Boss had thought about until daydreaming earlier?'

'It looks like the boss is in a good mood.'

Everyone was so happy to see the good mood of Alves, because that way, in their meeting there will be no tension that requires them all to enter the battlefield.

"Well, our meeting starts with my plan to build a resort on Coldevan beach." Alves said he asked for the flash that Alves had given Orson to check.

"Coldevan Beach? Isn't that a car dump island? You bought it for-"

"Yes, since no one wants to manage the place because it's already too full of carcasses, I decided to buy it for a cheap price." Answer Alves.

"Even if you buy it cheaply, but that's right, it takes a lot of money to clean up all the carcasses."

Alves smiled faintly. "But how else, it happens that the beach is located quite good to be made a luxury resort. It's a long way from the city, but it has a nice view. We can recycle the car into a new car, most importantly ad-"

Orson, who was asked to flash by Alves, was made anxious. He hurriedly told about the problem the two of them were having.

"Boss, there's an emergency" Orson whispered right next to Alves's ear with his right hand deliberately used to close the course of their conversation, as it was a matter of considerable importance.

"What about?" Alves asked back with his face fixed forward, but not the corner of his eye that caught the face of his personal secretary was putting on an anxious face.

"It's about your secret armory. Someone managed to break it." Reply Orson.

The crack of the table immediately shocked everyone who was there. Until there was not a single person who did not shrug their shoulders, because of his shock.

'What is this? Why was the boss suddenly so angry! What Orson just said, to make such a Boss!'

'This is bad, maybe we'll be told to overtime again.'

'Ahhh! If the Boss gets angry like this, this will be our battlefield!'

One by one they were all worried about themselves. Because every time something makes Alves angry, the impact is that all employees in the company must be overtime, that's the consequence of working with Alves.

'Who did it? Damn it, I have to bring all those guns again! Because it was not a weapon I bought, but a result of a weapon I designed myself.

If anyone dares to break into my armory, if it is found out who betrayed me, I will surely torture him, making them prefer to die rather than live in torment by me.' Sarkas Alves in the mind of his heart.

Unsatisfied with the condition his prized possessions had just stolen, Alves immediately departed from his throne place.

"Orson, come with me. And the meeting was stopped until I finished my business.

But instead-" With the most vicious face, Alves who gave a sharp look towards all of them, immediately spoke up again. "You have to be overtime to complete the report that will be used next week, do you understand?!"

"P-understand~" Their answers were all instantly listless.

Before Alves actually came out of the meeting room, Alves stopped his steps and raised his left hand towards them, pointing at everyone and then giving an extra: "Gather tomorrow morning in my study, if your performance is good to my liking, I'll give you four days off."

CLOAKS.

"Libur~ Three days? In this month?" One lethargic face.

But not with one other person who immediately gave a shout of encouragement to his friends. "Wait for what else! The holidays come after half a year of not being able to take a holiday! You guys have to work!" Raising his hands up.

"Hey, you're a new kid, those four days know a little." Cibir is one of them.

"Eh?

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The Lobby.

"Ehmm..this is where Alves works, right?" With the simplest clothes, white T-shirts coated with a jacket, then a long rimpel skirt in ash, combined with white shoes, slippers, making the appearance of Elly that looks the village managed to attract the attention of many people who happened to be passing by there because soon the lunch hour will begin.

And of the two receptionists who happened to be standing guard at her place seeing Elly just walk in, one of them went from her seat to approach Elly.

"Who are you?" His eyes were quite sharp, fixed on Elly's appearance from top to bottom. "If your goal is to find a job here, then just go. Because there's no job opening, even if you're begging to be OB."