With a look full of anger, the woman in a black skirt above her knees and black stilettos adorning her legs rushed into a room with the inscription of Project Head Two, Mikail Jonathan, on it.

She glared at the closed door. Some of the people who saw it immediately stepped aside. They could guess that Eilaria's presence would bring about a major war.

Brug!!!

The woman accidentally opened the door of the room violently.

"Mikail!!! Damn you! Why do you always snatch my project, huh?!" she shouted, not caring once when there was a solemn meeting in the room.

The sound of Eilaria's scream made everyone seriously looking at the paper in their hand lift up and look at her, including the ginger-haired man who was no longer surprised by the scream. Who else, if not Mikail the one?

"Oops, sorry, gentlemen, looks like I have an uninvited guest. Excuse me for a moment," said Mikail, who immediately got up and approached Eilaria with a cheerful smile.

"What is it, Miss?" he asked.

Eilaria had never been fooled by the man's pretentiously sweet face. With her face already bright red and ready to shout Mikail back, her hand threw the paper bundle she was carrying.

Sraak!

"Damn it! How many times do you want to snatch my project, huh?!" she snapped.

Everyone who had intended to focus on the meeting became caught in their attention, watching how Mikail was humiliated by a beautiful woman.

The eyes of the men also knew very well that Eilaria was very beautiful with a slender body and smooth skin without scars and as white as alabaster, even very much in harmony with her clothes which were not too sexy but elegant. Her brown hair was perfectly flowing, with no tangles.

The girl's brown irises lit up even more as if giving a laser glare that could cut through anything she looked at, including Mikail.

Many say that Mikail and Eilaria would have been the perfect couple if only they had made love instead of enmity like they are now.

Mikail chuckled. He was used to dealing with Eilaria, who was always excited when talking to him.

"No one snatched your project, Eil," he explained.

"There isn't any?! You said no, huh?! Then what is it called if it's not stealing other people's projects by meeting my people secretly?" shouted Eilaria, getting hotter with Mikail's relaxed attitude.

"Oh, that… they proposed the transfer of the project team, not my team. Do… you still want to nag me, pretty? But… I think you should stop now, and I still have time for meetings. You can continue this afternoon while we book a room. How about it?"

Gasp!

Everyone held their breath when they heard Mikail's story. They will… spend the night together? Mikail is lucky if he can make love to Eilaria! The minds of the men were already throwing compliments at each other indirectly for Mikail.

Eilaria gaped even more hearing this, and she was at a loss for words hearing the obscene words from Mikail's thin pink lips.

"How wild your imagination is, Bastard! This is a warning from me. Once again, you snatch my team project, and I will get you out of the company," she hissed threateningly. Her index finger went up to the man's chest.

Mikail grimaced, knowing that Eilaria wouldn't play around with it. It's just… that woman should know the people she's related to. How he only wanted to protect Eilaria from petty people.

Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!

The end tips of Eilaria's stilettos sounded so loud that they hit the marble floor. The woman didn't want to linger with Mikail anymore.

Blam!

The sound of the door closing made everyone in the room gasp. They only breathed a sigh of relief after Eilaria's presence was gone.

Mikail smiled again, "Okay, I'm sorry for this little disturbance. Let's continue the meeting," he ordered.

***

Eilaria dropped her body weakly, losing a lot of energy after facing Mikail.

"You lecherous man! Shameless!" she is full of anger. Swearing has been running out of her sexy lips all this time.

While her team members just grimaced at that. "Forgive us, Ma'am. We … failed to convince the client," regretted one of them.

Eilaria massaged her dizzy head. She tried to smile and ignored the apology. "Never mind, you're used to seeing it, right? It's just that rude guy who always takes our chances. We should focus on the hospital garden project first."

The three staff members on Eilaria's team nodded in resignation. It had often happened that their clients had passed to Mikail's team, including their prospective clients.

Eilaria, of course, can remember all of Mikail's annoying behavior, including when she came in and replaced her brother, who was fired by Mikail.

Knock knock!

Eilaria's silent room was knocked by someone. The staff who were there were surprised by Mikail's presence.

The man smiled and entered the room. The man's green irises were fixed on the end table, where Eilaria was sleeping comfortably, her head resting on the folds of her hands.

"Am I disturbing you?" he asked.

Suddenly they shook their heads together and scattered outside.

"Ah, it's time to go home. Shall I go home first?"

"Wow ... I can't believe it. Let's go home, Dicta."

Apart from Eilaria scattering each other, the three people quietly went home and left the room. They all avoided Mikail at Eilaria's referral and advice.

Meanwhile, Eilaria was still engrossed in weaving dreams in her hen's bed.

Mikail held back his laughter, amused by the ridiculous behavior of the Eilaria team members. He walked over to the woman, pulled out a chair, and sat down while continuing to watch Eilaria, who was still fast asleep without feeling any disturbance at all.

"When you sleep, you're cute, Eil. You better go to sleep, sleeping princess who wakes up because of my kiss later," he whispered.

His fingers were itching to keep from brushing Eilaria's hair which was hanging down, blocking her beautiful face. Mikail still smiled without feeling tired when he looked at and admired Eilaria's beautiful face.

Eilaria woke up when her cell phone rang loudly.

Ting ting ting, bzzzt… bzzzt…

Eilaria was taken aback, opening her eyes still in shock. She reached into her bag and searched for her cell phone.

"Hello," she said.

"..."

"Yeah, yeah, it's me going home, Brandon. Just be patient."

She immediately ended the call, tidying up her messy desk, when she realized it was day and night.

She stared confusedly at the foreign object on her desk. "Whose is this?" She looked around for names, or whatever was in the little box.

Shrugging her shoulders, she put the box back down, hurried out of the room, and locked the door, making sure no one entered the room.