Trapped in Crazy CEO Desire
Retained

Kejora decided to return to work after two days off by staying home. This morning he came to work without wearing a work uniform because his uniform was damaged and could not be used anymore. There was no smile as bright as usual on the lips. Flat face and blank stare that was the expression of the current Kejora.

Kejora set foot in the hotel lobby. Just now he had come to be greeted with unpleasant whispers from other workers while looking at him. Kejora felt uncomfortable, but was used to being cornered like this.

"Kejora, what's wrong with you? Why haven't you been to work two days? And also, where's your work uniform?" ask one of Kejora's coworkers closest to Kejora.

"My uniform is broken. I left it when ironing. Can I get another uniform?" Kejora looked at his co-worker who was staring fixedly.

"Oh, okay. Wait here first. I'll get it." His co-worker Kejora immediately moved to get a new uniform in a room.

Kejora waits while playing the finger in front of the thigh. He was so nervous to be in this toxic work environment. He hoped that soon this day would pass and that no matter what happened.

"The son, yes, is the manager's favorite son. Two-day absences are allowed. It must be that we-we've been severely reprimanded." One of the workers at the reception interrupts.

"Yes, definitely. If we do that, we will be fired immediately. If he doesn't want to work a week, he'll still be loved." Someone else replied cynically.

Kejora went silent listening to all that syndirian. Just now he was about to think calmly, even spiced up cynical innuendo in the morning like this.

"Eh, Kejora, what exactly did you do until Mr. Zein bowed to you? Are you teasing her?" Someone observed the Kejora cynically.

"Surely he teased her. Today he wants to be fast. If he doesn't flirt, there's no way Mr. Zein will recruit him to work at this hotel."

The clenching of hands beside the body. Their words have gone too far. However, Kejora could not do much. Because it could threaten his work career.

"Kejora!"

The jaws turned to the source of the voice. He straightened his body and bowed respectfully when someone called his name. Kejora knows who that person is, the same person who helped him to work at this hotel.

"Where have you been these two days, Kejora? Said you were absent from Vio." Zein looked at a woman in front of him who he had not seen for two days.

"I'm a pain permit, sir. So don't go to work" replied Kejora.

Zein raised the eyebrows. "ill? What pain? Have you taken any medication?"

"It has. Now I'm healed. You don't have to worry." Kejora smile.

"Thank God it's healed. I told you to eat regularly so you don't get sick easily, but you're very hard to remember" Zein lamented while staring at Vicious's ruffles.

The pias smiling pias. "Thank you for your attention, sir."

Zein berdehem's. Looking at the surrounding area where everyone was looking at him was strange.

"What do you see? Don't want to work anymore?" zein's bluff was full of threat tones.

Zein is very influential. The proof is all immediately diligent and go to their respective places. Actually unconsciously the treatment that makes Kejora be lotus as a child of gold by other workers. Hated and avoided.

"Kejora, this is her uniform——Pak Zein." Vio—The Kejora's workman nodded respectfully when he saw his superior was nearby.

"What's the uniform for?" ask Zein.

"The uniform belongs to the corrupted Kejora, sir. So I took her a new one in the locker."

"Thank you" Kejora said to his friend.

"Where's your identification, Kejora?" Zein sees no worker card hanging around Kejora's neck.

Kejora rounded the eyes. He also touched his neck. Not pinned his work card. Kejora hasn't seen that thing since coming home that night from the hotel that night. Kejora believes that his card must have fallen when he was cleaning the room or even when he came home.

"Sorry, Sir. Later I will look for it," Kejora said.

"Kejora, don't you know how important that card is? Find it and wear it immediately. If you don't see me, report it to me." Zein said with a firm and authoritative tone.

Kejora. "Good, sir."

Zein smiled. The Kejora is obedient and easy to manage. Evidently when he first saw the sincerity of the Kejora on a street near the city. Feeling that he is a good person, Zein finally brings Kejora to work at the hotel where he works.

"Excuse me," a man interrupted from the doorway with an assistant.

The sound of the pantofel clashing with the floor makes a distinctive sound that takes the view.

The figure of a tall man strapping, walking with a puffed chest approaching the manager of the hotel. The glasses perched on his nose were removed and put in his pocket. The charm and aura of the navy-clothed man was able to anesthetize everyone's gazes. The man is Nicholas Maferik, who is predicted to be the successor of MP Corp.

Kejora looked back when he heard that knock. Eyes rounded. The foreign man who raped her back then was walking towards her with his haughty and sadistic aura. Suddenly Kejora's hands tremble. Cold sweats. The trauma of coercion that night again looms over him.

"Good morning, Mr. Zein. We're the ones who made the appointment with you before" Hans said, introducing the company's business cards.

"Good morning. Then, let's come to my room" Zein replied as she invited her two guests to head to her room.

Nicholas smiled, then he looked at someone not far from Zein's body.

"I also need one of your employees to help with something. Can you fulfill it?" ask Nicholas.

Zein raised the eyebrows. "For what? Aren't we just going to talk about work?"

"Mr Nich needs a waiter to serve his needs, sir. It feels so strange if you're self-serving." Hans interrupted so that the doubt in Zein's heart was removed.

"Ah, okay. Then ...."

One of the servants suddenly came and offered. Her name was Agnes. "Just me, sir!"

"Mm, I could. Come, sir, let's go, "get Zein before Nicholas' words stop him.

Nicholas refused. He rejected the verdict. His gaze did not at all switch from a nervous-looking Kejora and moved backwards to leave. That nervousness Nicholas could feel even without any words.

"No. I chose him to come with me" said Nicholas, pointing to the shocked Kejora.

Kejora rounded the eyes. His steps stopped immediately. His hand squeezed out his new uniform which he hugged in front of his chest. Kejora still remembered how the face of the man who had taken away his chastity. Kejora did not expect he would be met with conditions like this. Moreover, suddenly he was chosen for no apparent reason.

"S-me, Mister?"