Prologue

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Prologue: Her Rebirth

Arisa was standings in the funeral of one of the most famous richest bachelor in A country. Her boss, Alexander Owen who was viewed by his elegance and splendor and was vied by different people in high society had died alone because of sickness.

How can the famous Mr. Owen had without guest coming to his final farewell aside from his secretary come to this.

Actually no one can be sure at this moment, her boss live a very simple and solidary life like a puppet, only following the flow of time. Expecting nothing but also aiming at everything, such visitude was always seen by his 20 years secretary, Arisa Rochester.

She find herself a failure, she thought that she can be called a professional. An amazing person after being able to handle Mr. Owen fast faced after 10 years of experiencing harsh training under the group of secretaries, like hyenas that bite each other just to be promoted.

She sink herself to work, doing everything she can do so no one can take her down to her position, she showed her worth and capabilities to get recognition but everything end with noth.

She doesn't even know that Mr. Owen was sick until she saw him unable to stand and was lying in his room with pale complexion but it can't hide his sharp bearing and his dominant standing. she always felt that she was being observe and one mistake and she will be over.

He said to her calmly that he was going to die and he want me to properly handle the passing papers in his watch, he said it as if it was just the same as any other time. Simple but very distinct like saying it without waiting for any rebuttal. She was use to his speaking like looking down on her but this time she can't handle her work that was always efficiant because of stubborness to perfect it. She was in blank state looking at her boss as if everything felt unreal. Just yesterday he was speaking in the platform of a meeting in different country and now he was sick and pale and talking about his death as if it was just nothing. But my professional state force me to bow down and follow his command.

She never ask questions, she always tried to learn and do everything like a perfect secretary she oath to be. If it was her before 20 years ago after hearing the intending death of his boss, the first thing she will think was her position and who will be the next person she will serve but now she don't, she want to clearly ask questions. She want to get recognition to the person who teach her many things but she know she can't. She will never be able to serve other boss without compairing his boss to them.

She follow his order and do her task as best as she can. She know that he leave all his money to charity and give her a large bonus but she know she won't be able to use it. Using it felt losing her self respect like blasphemy because its from the person in the verge of death.

Arisa wipe her tears and put the white flowers to the white stone that had an engraved of her boss name, Alexander Owen was born at 1990 and died at 2030, a 40year old man who like any other person that leave with nothing aside from peoples memories.

"Mr. Owen if I was given another chance, I will meticulusly do my work and not make you felt pain and hardwork." but she know everything has end. His boss died with pain and was alone.

She close her eyes and deeply think her boss so he won't fade on her memories.

Then she open her eyes and find herself not standing in his boss funeral place but in a sky towering building that she was most familiar with other than her own, sitting in front of her much more younger boss. She was disbelief and shocked but it wasn't shown to her face out of habbit.

"So Ms. Rochester about your leave for seven days that your asking for, I wont bother to approve it. I have an important meeting in Hawaii and you need come to with me. " looking at me with his pale gray eyes, beautiful but petrifying.

the same place, the same words and the same tone.

"You have already became my secretary for 5 years that's fairly long enough other than my past secretaries but you know.... I need a full efficiant secretary, if your not out of it. I can only hire another one." the same threatening sentence that reapetedly imbeud to my mind. Cold and mechanical, stating each word while looking at me as if I was just some thing he can throw off.

Wait... Wait...

Five .... five years of being his secretary, and he forgot that I have stayed with him for 20 years, what an asshole.

'Am I losing my mind'

How can her boss that was completely dead was sitting in front of her, clearly speaking the same tone like a mechanic computer.

She look at the time and date that was always written in her time chart.

September 10, 2015

She think that... She pass through time