Being a Reporter is not what I want. However, my mom forces me from plunging into the world of unraveling mysteries.
In my opinion, being a reporter is the same. Together find out all the things that happened.
When reporter coverage something but without being equipped with adequate tools. If something happens, I have no weapons to fight back. Relying solely on self-defense was impossible.
All of this isn't a game, but this is real and wildlife.
"What information did you get from the police you met earlier?!" asked Jebran—the CEO was cold without his friendly expression.
"Hah! Oh. I got information related to the embezzlement case," I said.
"Oh, who's the character?" he asked.
"Mr. Reno, owner of the Oil and Gas company. He is also a member of the People's Legislative Assembly!" I explained.
"Do it!" call Jebran briefly.
I lifted my chin to look at his head which is still bent down to do something.
"Boss," I said.
"Why? Can't you hear me? Go on!" throw Jebran.
"Oh, okay!" I concluded to turn my body while ducking. When my hand began to touch the doorknob, my eyes seemed to be watching him.
"Excuse me, I'm going out!" he suddenly startled me.
"Ah!" I shouted.
His body turned, and he looked at me.
"This job is a little dangerous. You'd better be with me later, me—you and the Cop!" he insisted.
"Uh, fine."
I immediately stepped out when I saw him walking away from me.
I looked at his back that was straight and sturdy.
The handsome, tall, and cool guy was the most respected person in the office.
A man approached me, "Emira, what did he say?"
"I got a mission," I curtly toward my co-workers.
"Oh, what?" said Arga with confusion.
I walked away without saying much more. At least you don't have to say anything that doesn't matter.
However, my feelings are staring at one of the women who has always been watching. Anindira is Jebran Secretary who stood up pretentiously looked at me.
His face was slightly cynical, proud, tall, with a raised chin, fitting his arms crossed.
However, I ignored them one by one. What do you think? Handling every action thing is very tedious. I threw some thick books on my desk.
"What? With him? That sucks!" I grumbled.
That woman seemed to be waddle way toward me.
"Hey," said Anindira.
"What is it?" I asked without looking.
"What did my boss say?" Anindira asked.
"Why do you want to know?" I said start to read the look on his face.
"I'm his secretary. So I have the right to know what you're talking about!" he insisted.
"Then just ask him!" I concluded.
"I asked you not him!" Anindira replied in a slightly high tone.
"That's my business!" Suddenly the voice came from a familiar man. My eyes began to listen to everything by turning to him. Jebran, standing with all his power.
"Don't bother him! He's not yours. But he's mine," he snapped.
It was as if the heart was starting to beat. What did this man say? He said things that got me out of focus.
"What?" said Anindira.
"Go back to your place!" he orders.
"All right," Anindira briefly returned the body position to turn around.
"Thank you," I said a little stupidly.
In my heart said, 'I must to loving you.'
Instantly I hit my head hard. I didn't realize that Jebran was going my way.
"Go on with your work!" he said with an indifferent look.
"Okay, sir!" I said start to stare at Jebran's departure—the cold Boss. It seemed a little strange to him.
Is he protect me or protecting this embezzlement case? This case is significant in public.
My silly behavior was so visible in front of him. Luckily I didn't say it spontaneously and only in my heart.
All my tiredness today, I threw my light body that was tall and slender onto the bed that I missed the most.
Why not? I miss bed so much.
A busy schedule confined me to urgent situations only. I even have to be outside more than stay up late.
And I have to be willing to sleep on the long sofa after the work is clear then and there.
The phone vibrates slowly, right beside my bed on the dressing table.
DRRRT!
DRRRT!
It turns out on display is Dilan's name on cellphone screens.
("Yes, hello?") me
("How? Are you willing to cover that person?") Dilan waved.
("Of course. I haven't told my Boss yet. But, he asked me first!")
("What did he say?") asked Dilan.
("He wants the three of us!") I say.
("Huh! Really? Is it that easy for him to allow it?") Dilan sticks out.
("Are you new to him? He's the coldest CEO the office fears the most. No one can stop him from covering the President though.")
("Wow, great! I thought he'd turn it down. Because so many refused to cover the big guy!") he praised.
("For Boss like it's impossible. That's why I'm always everywhere for accurate information.")
("Then you and your boss are the responsibility.") Dilan frowned.
("Yes, because you leaked it.")
("Don't you know me? I am a person who will not accept any bribes. I am a good Policeman. I want to be a Policeman who is responsible for the country purely.")
I even praised myself.
("Wow! Did you compliment yourself?") Dilan snarled.
("No, it's like hopeful.")
I defended myself.
("I'm sorry, it's a joke of you on purpose. Hahaha.")
Dylan furrowed his brows.
("You have any plans this weekend?")
Dilan continued with a time lag.
("Why? Do you want to ask me out? Hey, I'm already sleepy. Do you know? I haven't slept in my bed comfortably in almost a week. So, I beg of you! Don't bother me while this soft bed is already attached to me. ") My complaints are spoiled.
("Yeah, okay. Turn out you're not going to change.")
Dylan ducked from a distance.
("Sorry, sir. It's already eight o'clock at night. Usually, I don't necessarily sleep. I just want to get my sleep back.")
I looked up at the clock on the wall.
("All right, chatty lady! Good night and have a nice dream!")
Dylan furrowed his brows.
I can't hold back this drowsiness. Again I fell asleep without warning. Dilan screamed at me from inside the phone.
("Mira, Mira....")
("Are you asleep?")
("Mira!!")
TUUUTT!
The telephone conversation cut. Dilan ended the conversation with a single press. I can't even move this phone out of my hands anymore.
Instantly I fell fast asleep, with my mouth wide open, moreover complete with incomparable snoring.
The night releases my tiredness with just one tap. Good dreams or bad dreams, I'm sure I've been in another world, a world of dreams.
"Do not force me!"
I saw some men about to rape me.
My hands were stiff, with legs that my inner strength couldn't move. I seem to be struggling against this cruelty.
"Let me go!!"
"Help!!"
How can I fight those countless men? That eyes and a face so fierce, flirtatious, cruel, and so tantalizing his saliva when looking at me.
When I tried to look around the room, the most familiar figure glanced at me casually.
"Dad," I said.
"Father, help me!!"
"Help me, Daddy!!!"
I continued to struggle and scream. But, that calm style irritated me. He's the man I cherish the most who can only stand and watch.
I was cath in a scream that would probably destroy me in an instant. The ruthless and flirtatious mafia is thirsty for love. That's lust smoldering like a raging demon.
Several horned demons escorted them. Exactly, like KOLOR IJO in its day.
The demonic man wrestled my body with lust. I can't move and fight.
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