Lightning Witch

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha

Please, don’t copy and remake!

Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

Vacation!? The word felt very inappropriate when being presented to a man with big boss’s appearance, he was sitting in his director's chair arrogantly. The man was Skandar Alexander Hemingway. He was the heir of the Chagall Corporation, a large electronics company in Australia. He was too handsome apparently, but it was nothing when discussing his character in understanding and forgiving negligence. Skandar Hemingway was perfectionist so much by a hundred percent.

The mature man flipped his files of agreement with a chief of consigner, he had planned to do a contract review with his company this month. He had been doing this for thirty minutes ago, Skandar always did everything carefully. When he was finding unusual clues, he was getting excited. The Hemingway’s lips grinned upward. It was true that Skandar had just found something. Did they try to manipulate him?

Skandar pressed the telephone button on his desk. His new secretary did not immediately receive the call. The man snorted, this was the second call, and the call was not connected again. If the third call was not connected, he would send a warning letter to his staff, was there a secretary who treated her CEO like this? Skandar closed the receiver’s call roughly, it had a sound like it had just been slammed.

After that, the door opened and showed a girl who was dressed very minimally in a dark brown blazer, she came to run towards his desk. The girl who was lacking in dress material was her new secretary, Sakagawa Sana.

"I don’t ask you to come here, Ms. Sakagawa. I just call you." The CEO quipped her.

"I'm sorry, sir, I must inform you something, there is an important guest who is looking for you now." The girl seemed to apologize to him every second.

"I have told you, I will not accept any guests today." Said Skandar. The man opened his file again, he scratched a few check lists on his paper.

"But Mr. Hemingway. She will be angry." The Japanese girl whispered panicky. Was his secretary a Japanese girl? Yes, she was a Japanese girl. Skandar was hiring a girl from Japan as his new secretary.

"Who!? Who will scold me? Ask her coming tomorrow!" Skandar growled.

"Sir, she will rebuke me and Mr. Hemingway then…."

"Who is your boss now? Scolding me, who is she?”

Skandar thought, was there his office staff who knew if he was busy at this time? How much his time had been wasted, because of his stupid staff? It was not the day after yesterday, not that day. The day before yesterday was even worse than today. He got loss because of him. Thinking about it, Skandar wanted to pull his stupid branch manager's tie again.

"I, I will scold you!"

A woman suddenly walked in, she brought a luxury maroon bag which symbolized how the woman's socialite was! Of course, the hand bag was a limited edition international bag from a well-known fashion brand, Hermes.

The woman had a rude gaze which was far from how gentle a woman was! The woman was giving glare to the girl whom forbade her to come into her son’s office.

"Go away! Close the door!" Said the woman who was responded by the girl obediently.

"Japanese girl, do you employ Japanese girl, dear? Expatriate workers income tax isn't cheap if you have known." His mom was very fussy, it was his mother's character! Skandar rolled his eyes lazily.

"Expatriate workers must know that personal income tax in this country is determined through a self-assessment scheme. Non-resident tax payers will only be liable to pay personal income tax for the income they earn here. So, it is not my obligation to pay their tax. Stop arranging small things like this, Mom!" Scolded Skandar.

"However, why can she not buy more material dress?" Skandar breathed heavily to hear how fussy his mommy was!

His mother would protest against another small things, it was fortunate that the woman had son whom was as patient as her son. Skandar was just patient for his parents, meanwhile he was so pathetic when it talked about his employees, and his level of work ethic almost even defeated the Japanese invaders.

Skandar stood up from his chair, and walked towards the guest chair at the side of his office. He invited his mommy to sit down too. The Hemingway woman followed her son and sat down on the soft chair. His Hermes bag was still on his lap.

"Where is your girlfriend dear son? Mom's been waiting for her since yesterday. "

Skandar would have sat on the one of other chairs if his mommy did not say his sacred word. The mature man tried to see on his office’s portrait, he was very sluggish to talk about it now. For three weeks, he was asked for those questions, such as "Where is your girlfriend? Your fiancée? Your future wife?" from almost all over side of his home. How loony it was, all of his family were insane!

"Last week I didn't introduce Mom to her. Mom have refused her. "

Skandar tried to remind his mother. The Hemingway man rested his feet for a while. He moved his gaze to the large windows on the tenth floor of his office. He wanted to escape himself from the very sensitive issue for him lately.

"Am I crazy to let my eldest son marrying the bitch?" Skandar's mommy reproved her son.

"She's not a bitch, Mom, she's my friend. Mom has already known her family, right? "

"No, you will fail your grandfather's testament if you choose the girl. The largest bar company’s daughter in Victoria, Huh? Liquors are their all goods. Oh my God, this kid, is your brain bad to to judge good women?"

Narcissa Hemingway squeezed her beautiful forehead, at the age of nearly fifty-five, the woman still looked very beautiful in her age. There was no wonder, Skandar Alexander Hemingway had charming looking like that. But once more, you should never judge all members of the Hemingway family by their looks. Because both Skandar and his mother had same warning, very picky.

There was a testament from Skandar's grandfather that his grandson-in-law had to get married this month, this year. It was very easy at first, Narcissa Hemingway's son was the ideal son-in-law of all of citizen and socialite levels in Australia, wasn't he? On the contrary hand, Skandar Hemingway was too stupid and dumb when it came to maximizing his youth. His son had not been even on date any decent women.

And last week, her smart and stupid son invited a girl who looked very bitch according to her appearance. There was no good girl who looked sexy and vulgar when they met their parents. Her mother-in-law, Skandar's grandma, almost got a heart attack to look at her.

"Mom can assume Sana as my next fiancée after this." Skandar said casually.

"Who is Sana?" asked his mommy soon.

"My new secretary earlier." Skandar smirked on his mother.

"You are mischievous kid! Skandar Alexander Hemingway, do you want your name to be removed from our family line?" Her mother screamed frustrated.

Skandar, could his ear be just pulled little and be done? Her son did not seem to listen her words seriously, it caused Narcissa even being annoyed more. Watch out if his son still took a potty girl and claimed her as his future son-in-law. Mrs. Hemingway was still exasperated about her son's behaviour.

Narcissa rose from her chair, Skandar looked at her strangely. It was unusual for his mommy to leave quickly, he would usually get a lecture class from his Mommy. A class before she went home. Skandar raised his black eyebrows, he was shocked when he got his mother's grin on purpose.

"There is dinner at our house tonight, come home on time!" Said his mother. "Mom has taken decision, I shall choose your fiancée, it's final, and there is no interference."

"WHAATT? MOMM!" Skandar glared to her.

The man immediately crushed his face by his large palms. Especially when he saw his mother whom had left his office soon. It was fact that his mother was more terrifying than his grandfather's will.

The man felt like he wanted to scream loudly if he thought about his fate for next four hours.