Part 4

"What's my assignment?" I ask.

I'm not that innocent. Don't judge me, I often watch porn. I don't subscribe. Most of the video were sent by my college friends.

There is my friend, a smart ass, his transcript has perfect A. His nickname is Lingga. His full name is Akal Lingga. Er, this is true. Lingga means a dick in Sanskrit. Maybe his dad gave the name to prove that Lingga has a dick. That's why you can imagine from elementary school to college how embarrassed Lingga was when the teacher called him? So as not to be embarrassed, Lingga likes to abbreviate his name to A. Lingga or just Lingga, period. So, because Lingga is often bullied, he likes to stay in the library. No noise in the library. That's why Lingga is safe from bullies.

Well, apart from reading, Lingga apparently also watched a pair of humans wrestle. Not wrestling in a boxing ring, of course, but in bed.

I am of the same generation as Lingga. He wore eye glasses, he always wears a shirt to campus. I thought he was a nerd, it turned out to be master in terms of porn video. Lingga diligently sent many hot videos.

The good thing is, Lingga sent the soft version, not hardcore for me. Mostly about rich boss and secretary. That's why when Adam said I wanted to be made his secretary, my uterus suddenly became lukewarm.

"Every morning, you have to come to my apartment, Gallaway Suites in SCBD. West Tower 28th floor number 15. Here's the access card." Adam opened his wallet, took out a flat object the size of a business card. The card design is really luxury. Black and gold never wrong. Royal colors to radiate Prince William and Kate Middleton luxury.

The name of the apartment just sounds like this. I can't imagine the occupants. Maybe international celebrities like Johny Depp or Leonardo DiCaprio.

"Then what is my task?"

"Yes, the duties of a private secretary in general."

How would I know? I've never been the personal secretary of a lawyer. He knows that my experience was the personal secretary of a meatball seller. What's the job? Yes, the making meatballs then kept being thrown into hot water. Does Adam want me to throw him into boiling water?

"Why are you daydreaming? Do you think I can't pay you?" he asked.

"Eh?" I forgot to ask about salary. Salary is always number one priorities, don't ask about assignments, you should ask about salary. My main goal in applying to CUAN Law Firm is not to find a job, but to get a salary.

"How much do you ask?"

"Ngggg..." I even buzzed like a bee. I applied for the position of junior associate, but instead was given the job of private secretary. I also don't know what to do.

"Five thousand," Adam said.

"Huh?" Is my salary that much? Not bad. Sis Sinta, who teaches at PAUD, only receives 200 thousand a month. My salary is 25 times that.

"Not enough?" he asked. "6 thousand then."

"Hannah?" I'm staring. My mom's income for 10 years selling salad, and now it's like this every month. I don't have any experience yet. That's a lot of salary tho.

"Not enough. Okay, 7 thousand if that's the case. Isn't that enough? This is the last offer because you don't have experience yet. I'll look for someone else,If you don't want it,."

"I accept it, Honey." I nodded like a stuffed dog on the dashboard.

"I'll wait for you tomorrow at 6 am in my apartment." Adam gets back into his car.

***

The next morning, I went to the elite apartment with Grandpa who was already healthy. The casing may be old, but the inside beats racer motorbikes.

SCBD is indeed something. Just a lot of security. Staring at me and Grandpa like we want to rob.

"Where are you going, Kid?" said the security officer.

"Tower west floor 28." In SCBD, it has to be like that, the language is mixed.

"Oh, you are a new household servant huh? From which foundation?"

This security officer is random, but it's better to say that I am a new household servant, not a robber. Until yesterday Adam did not protest. He accepts everytime I call him Honey. Adam did not like being called sir.

"From the CUAN Law Firm," I replied.

"The name of the foundation is weird now," said the security guard. "You already have an id card?"

Yes, have. I'm a law-abiding citizen. Don't want to get weird. Precisely the behavior of the security guard was strange, as soon as he got the Id card from me, he was dreamy.

"Sir, that's an id card, not counterfeit money," I said.

"Yeah, I know. This isn't a fake id card, right? Can the government give an id card to a 12-year-old child? How much did you give to the officer?"

"Well, I'm old, sir. Yes, it's only natural to have an ID card," I replied grumpily.

"Yes, here." The security guard gave me back my id card. "Enter. Go straight, after 200 meters to the left."

There are almost no two-wheeled vehicles, let alone three-wheeled vehicles here. Everything is four-wheeled and the model is similar to the movie Fast and Furious. Apartments are different.

So where do I park my motorbike? Why do all the signs say 'Car Park'?

"Looking for who, Dek?" A security guard approached me.

Not looking for anyone, am I a lost child looking for parents? That's right, what are you looking for?

"Look for motorbike parking."

"Just go straight near the ATM," pointed Mr. Security.

The ATM position I'm looking for is not far. What surprised me was that there were only three motorcycles, my Grandpa made it four. Are all the residents and employees of this apartment rich? Just amen. Who knows if I work here, then become rich like them.

Getting off the motorbike, I went straight to the elevator. Use the access card and the elevator is speeding to take me to the 28th floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened on the 28th floor, I was immediately greeted by a red carpet. The real red carpet! What is it, Ameena? Hey, get up! You're a girl who lives in the slump. I'm amazed, you know, because usually only wedding invitations greet me on the red carpet.

I'm in. The interior of the hallway is no less luxurious. There are paintings of European royalty along the flanking walls.

Adam's room in unit 15. I immediately knocked on the door. Why isn't anyone open? Did I get pranked? I knocked again, this time wearing shoes to make it tighter. Maybe Adam is having fun with the girl inside. The CEO novel says, rich guys like to be playboys.

"Stick up the access card!"

"Bastard pig!" I screamed while jumping, startled to hear a sound. Where's the sound coming from? Since then I've been alone.

"To the left," said the voice again.

Automatically I looked at the wall, to the left. There is a small screen the size of a cellphone screen. There you can see Adam's face.

"Put the card where, honey?" I asked.

Adam pointed to the right. Oh, there's a tool in there. I paste the card into the scanner please. The door immediately opened.

At first I didn't want to look amazed so it wouldn't be tacky. But yes I am amazed. Adam's apartment unit is really big. The crystal lamp looks like someone's artist. The sofa is wide, it seems that there are often guests here. Adam is quite an appreciative of art. The statue is quite a lot. Apart from the statue of the Goddess of Justice carrying a scale, there is a statue of a horse and a statue of a knight carrying a sword. Near the window, there is a grand piano with the top open, like at expensive concerts.