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Chapter 1
"Miss Nakamoto, thank you for being here earlier. When Boss Hina went missing, our COO Liam was looking for you."
"Girl, hurry up! Our DB is turning into hell. Yeah, but why are you late?" the assistant said.
"Gosh Rica, calm down. Okay, I'll handle the DB now. I'm only 5 minutes late. Maybe later, we might get scolded by everyone here," Akari said as she and Dali hurried to her boss's office.
Take a deep breath before knocking.
Knock knock
"I'm f***ing busy," the boss shouted loudly from inside, looking angry.
"I hope I'm still alive to get out of here later," Akari thought to herself, blaming John because he saw her being late.
"Boss, good. What? You're late, huh? Where's my f***ing schedule?" her boss shouted so loudly that Akari could only squint.
Before, whenever he got angry, his legs would shake, but now, damn, he was used to it. Every day he yells here and there. It feels like he's going to fire her every day.
"Sorry, boss," Akari said.
"You always say that. Sorry, sorry, sorry every time you make a mistake," Amir shouted.
"How dare they, Arabs or Turks, what do you want? To ridicule me every time I make a mistake? It would be nice to roast you like a turkey," Akari thought to herself.
"Where's my schedule?" Amir insisted, narrowing his eyes at Akari, suddenly shouting at his boss.
"Ah, it's in front of you, boss," Akari replied.
"What?" Amir responded.
"High blood pressure again, probably thick-skinned from eating steak all the time," Akari thought.
"Akari Nakamoto, wake up! I said, where's my f***ing schedule?" Amir demanded.
Akari jolted awake and looked at her boss, who looked like a buffalo.
He walked over to his table, cleared the scattered papers, picked up the MacBook, and handed it to his boss.
"Last night, Payan. Boss, there's no meeting this morning. At 1 PM, you have a meeting with Mr. Lockwood at the Italian restaurant. At 3 PM, you have a meeting with Miss Zsa in his office. Then at 4 PM, you're going to the new site. By 7 PM, you have a family dinner. That's all," Akari said, but her boss didn't respond. He was silent but had a bad look on his face.
"What's the problem with our DB? I said where the schedule was, then I gave it to you. I even explained it, and you're still angry. Should I say that Ma'am Sahara might be crazy too because her child is like this?" Akari thought.
"You made me look like a fool," Amir said, and Akari looked at him.
"What do you mean by that? I'm just okay, sir," Akari thought.
"Make me a coffee," Amir demanded.
Akari quickly ran out of her boss's office.
"Aki, I heard you were late earlier," Mika, the marketing manager, said. Mika was older than her, married with children, and was also her friend, as were all her friends here.
"Aki, I heard you were late earlier," Mika, the marketing manager, said. Mika was older than her, married with children, and was also her friend, along with everyone else here.
"Yeah," Akari replied, feeling lazy.
"They're making you angry again," Mika said while drinking water.
"Not only that, it's worse because he's angry at you," Akari said.
"If I were you, Akari, a young woman, I wouldn't stay here for 24 hours, right? You're already married, Akari. It's hard to manage. Oh no, Rica and Lily are already married, but they have their own affairs. You don't have any, Akari. It's a shame to become an old maid. Just go," Mika said.
Akari's eyes rolled. She wasn't ready for that; she still had a big problem to face.
"Wait, I'm leaving. By the way, Morgan's birthday is today. We're doing something at their house. What do you have to do?" Mika said.
"I need to think about it, ate," Akari replied, taking a deep breath.
*Knock knock*
"Come in," Amir said. Akari entered and saw Amir's face.
And he turned around.
"I'm hungry," Amir said.
"Oh, okay," Akari thought, realizing she was all out.
"Did you forget your assignment? You're my secretary," Amir said.
"Secretary: a person employed by an individual or in an office to assist with correspondence, keep records, make appointments, and carry out similar tasks. Not a personal maid," Akari explained.
"So you made me look like I shouldn't be treating you like this or ordering you around because you're a secretary, not a maid. I'm right, Miss Nakamoto," Amir said in a cold voice.
"No, boss. It's your fault. I thought you were asking about the meaning of 'secretary'," Akari replied, trying to cover up.
"Do I look like a weak-minded person, Miss Nakamoto?" Amir said, glaring at her.
"Damn it," she thought.
"No, boss. You're the smart one, that's why you're the chairman," Akari said.
"Good. Here, buy me some food faster," Amir said, handing her his black card.
Akari took it and turned around.
"B***it, I've been working as a secretary/maid for 5 years at this company. It's really nice to roast you like a turkey. I'm a secretary, not a maid," Akari muttered.
"What are you whispering, Miss Nakamoto? Are you backstabbing me?" Amir said. Akari faced her boss with a big smile.
"No, boss. I was just remembering my tasks for today," Akari said and turned around.
"I'm not backstabbing you, boss. I was just trying to kill you in my mind and imagined a half-Arab and Turkish man tangled up with lechonan," Akari thought while leaving Amir's office.
How did he manage to get to this point in our demonic company?
FLASHBACK
"You're fired."
"You're fired."
"Get out."
"Pay all. Since you broke it."
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