HER FIRST DAY WORKING

Victor looked at Irene, who was sitting in front of him, who is still sobbing even though they had been in his office for 30 minutes. Deliberately he let the girl let go of her feelings without him bothering.

After calming down, Irene, who had red eyes and nose from crying, looked shyly at Victor, who was still speechless but still looked at her with a soft gaze.

"Forgive me." Irene said in a hoarse voice.

Now, she's back to timid girl. Hmm... She needs more polish, Victor speaks only in his mind.

"For what?" He asked.

Irene's eyes began to move here and there. She didn't know what to say.

"For crying in front of you?" The answer is uncertain. "I suppose to be working, but... I'm just shocked by what just happen."

"Don't you feel a bit satisfied?" Victor wants to know what she thought at the time.

"Umm ... By what?" Irene did not understand.

"You fight for yourself just now. If I were you, I definitely will feel some sense of achievement. Don't you realized just now? That no one in this world will help you but only you can help yourself."

Irene lowered her face thinking. She was aware of that, but for some reason she always made herself seem weak.

"Why do you have to always satisfy other people's desires? Why don't you fight for yourself first? Why do you just walk when you can run? Why are you making yourself this pathetic for so long?"

Irene looked at Victor, who was telling the truth, but his words pierced painfully into her heart. She suddenly felt a little angry, but as usual she just chose to keep quiet.

Victor is frustrated. He was hoping that the girl will scream at him, telling him off, but he also knew he couldn't change the girl in the blink of an eye. But he knew he was not wrong in making a choice. He knew the choice was right.

"But, I can see that you think about what I said before. About you being a doll." Victor is smirking now.

Irene's face began to turn red. She looked at Victor with big eyes. Did he hear and see everything? Irene began to wonder.

"Remember that always. So that you will not be too weak in front of other people after this like what just happen. That's what you suppose to act."

Why this man telling me this and that? I don't like this feeling. Like being controlled by someone. Irene glared at Victor a little at that time feeling unsatisfied.

Victor smiled. Feeling pleased with the sharp look of the girl.

"Enough chit-chat. Today is your first day of work, but we are already late. Now, let's move fast."

"What do I need to do?" Irene asked because she didn't yet know what work she should do.

"Just follow my lead. First," Victor looked Irene up and down. He shook his head as if disagreeing with something. "Let's go to the shopping complex first."

Victor said as he walked out of his office without any more elaboration. Irene, who was stunned and confuse with the situation just followed from behind trying to walk fast following the large steps of her boss.

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::Shopping Complex::

After an hour, Irene was in the famous mall and tried on various expensive clothes, she began to feel tired.

After showing off the dress to some extent, she looked at Victor, who looked at her from top to bottom from the beginning after they both entered the store. Till now, Victor never utters any words and just looking and giving her the clothes for her to change. Repeatedly.

Unable to bear the situation she was going through, Irene finally opened her mouth to ask,

"Mr. Victor. Why are we doing this? Didn't I suppose to work?"

Victor smiled slightly hearing his name called by the girl. It would be wonderful if the girl was not so formal with him. But he didn't have to worry about that. One day... He will make sure that 'Mr' words will never exist again between them.

"You're working now." Victor said nonchalantly.

Irene deadpan. What work has been making her change clothes since then? Is she a model or what?

"Didn't I suppose to work at college."

"I never said only at college. I also said related to college."

"And this is related?" Irene cannot believe this man rational at all.

"Are you questioning me?" Victor deliberately teased.

"I... I..." Irene was a little upset. She realized that she shouldn't have disputed her own boss.

"Just... All these clothes are so beautiful. But, I've tried too many, should I try again?" Irene hoped in her heart that Victor would stop there.

With a bored face Victor said, "Oh, which one is prettier?" Seems like he don't really care at all.

"Well, what I'm wearing now is also good." Irene said her opinion.

"Okay. Then let's take that one. I thought nothing caught your eye."

Once again Irene was surprised by Victor's answer.

"Excuse me? I... I mean, if from the beginning I said the dress was interesting we would choose that one?"

"Of course." Victor replied without guilt.

Irene forced a smile after hearing that. Victor then smiles back to her. She feels her blood rushing to her face right now resulting anger. Without saying anything she then went back into the dressing room to change into her clothes again while cursing Victor.

"What is wrong with him? I already have enough bad day today and he added more to that. Why he did'nt tell me from the very beginning? I tell you... This is definitely indirect bullying. Arghh!" Irene screamed slowly there releasing her dissatisfaction.