Alice's Anger

You can already guess how Noah's friends will react when the man shows up at the office. The students who were interns immediately focused their attention on Noah. "After cooking for your wife, yes, sir?" one of the students greeted him followed by a big smile, "I didn't think Mr. Noah could cook too."

Noah frowned in surprise. How do they know?

But he only replied with a faint smile, not wanting to reply to their jokes, still acting cool was his ninja way in the face of anything. "Ecieeee, the newlyweds, are different, the aura is more vibrant. Yes no? Tell a story." Well, this is the culprit that Noah is the laziest to meet. None other than Danish.

Noah ignored his question and instead chose to go to the kitchen to make coffee. Danish shrugged his shoulders at Noah.

"How is she? How long is it strong?"

"Hust, you can't tell people about bed problems, pamali!" Miss April appeared shaking her head.

"Morning, ma'am." The three of them nodded respectfully. He was surprised to see Mrs. April taking her tea in Jeanette's usual kitchen—her secretary who brought it.

"Have you had your breakfast?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's it, first of all," said Mrs. April, bringing a glass of mineral water to return to her room. Leaving the three friends in the office kitchen. Rachel makes tea, while Danish is just a hurricane team, aka rioters and rioters. "Is she wearing unclean clothes?"

Noah didn't respond.

"Wear a robe, Danish, let it be halal!" Rachel replied with a giggling laugh. "It's a strange question, you're curious, aren't you? Yes, get married there so you can feel it."

"Marriage, mouth you, Hel. I just want to get married, the problem is… where is the partner?"

"Well if it's about that, you suffer."

"You're bad. It's ah, I'm lazy." Danish left because he didn't get enough informants to satisfy his curiosity.

"He was sick last night." Noah suddenly spoke.

"Alice?"

"Yes."

"It must be late to eat, she's like that. Alice has a chronic ulcer, she often goes to the hospital because her ulcer recurs."

"Aunt Uti came home yesterday. Her son was hospitalized because of the collision."

"Serious? Geez, but is that okay?"

"Critical."

Rachel covered her mouth. "Then what happened to Alice, how?"

"Why her?"

"From a baby, it was Aunt Uti who took care of Alice. Anything to take care of Aunt Uti. There's no Aunt Uti, what's her fate? Alice doesn't look like she's independent, she really can't do anything about it."

"Really?"

"By the way, did you cook for Alice this morning?"

"How do you know?"

"Geez, it's a hot topic among interns."

"How do you know?"

"Just check Instagram. Btw, I go first. I still have some unfinished work."

"Okay." Noah is still faithful in the kitchen, stirring his coffee as he pulls out his cell phone. Open Instagram. Even though it's been two years Noah has never touched his Instagram. Could say he is clueless about social media, Noah prefers to interact in the real world rather than the virtual world. Alice's profile appears at the top, complete with a photo of her back cooking followed by the caption: early in the morning, I saw the scenery cooked by my husband, thank you, honey <3

Noah shook his head. As for faking it, Alice was indeed the victor and was invincible.

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Alice's hope when the deposit funds from her father have been disbursed is that she can enjoy her money, vacation abroad, enjoy the sunshine from the Maldives beach while listening to songs from the band Oasis. But what happened was the opposite, after paying various debts that had to be paid immediately or at risk, the company was declared bankrupt. The problems don't stop there. Sales of her shoe brand did not increase, in fact, tended to decline. Production money is not a return on investment. Instead, expenses swelled compared to income. Alice rubbed her head, feeling extremely dizzy. She exited the room, headed for the booths of her employees.

When Alice stood at the front, all eyes were on her. Alice threw the sheet of paper all over the floor. "You're all incompetent, aren't you?" she shouted in annoyance, "Which production team?"

Alice fixed her eyes, looking for a scapegoat. He approached a blonde-haired girl who lowered her face. "You! I recruited you to be a leader in the marketing department, but nothing has changed." Alice showed the sheet of paper that was still left in her hand. "Traffic and engagement on social media and websites haven't changed, it's still quiet."

Anita—the name of the blonde-haired girl, was still silent. It didn't matter that Alice was getting angry. Alice's anger was not something that could be faced, if resisted, the girl could go even more insane. So the best option is silence.

Anita has been working for three years, during which time Anita has faced Alice's madness. They still stay in the company too because they have no choice. Who is the employee who likes to be scolded? If not to fulfill the stomach's desire, they would be reluctant. However, being an adult also means having to lower your ego and self-esteem. Willing to be scolded even though they have done their best to achieve the best results. However, sometimes people like Alice don't want to know the process, what matters is the result.

"Our sales in these three months are only 30 shoes!" Alice stomped the paper in her hand, "Selling peanuts is more profitable than us."

"Mrs, excuse me, may I interrupt?" Anita raises her hand.

Alice looked at her coldly.

"I told you before, right? The designs produced by our company are not suitable for the target segment of buyers, the age of using our products is in the range of 18-25 years. While the design looks old-fashioned."

"What do you know about design? Excuse me, I studied at Yale for three years, focusing on the development of shoe fashion. I know the best design for our company."

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To be continued . . .