Mr. Fierce CEO

Part 1.

This morning, I woke up late again, Mama knocked three times on the door, but didn't hear anything. Because the focus is on preparing breakfast, so Mama doesn't know that I haven't left the room yet.

"Ma, why didn't you wake Clara up anyway?" my voice startled Mama, who was cooking my favorite fried egg.

"Oh, you're still in the room? Mama's already in the bathroom!"

With hasty steps I immediately grabbed the towel beside the bathroom door. Byurr ... byurr ... the sound of running water was heard continuously from the bathroom.

Because he was annoyed, even taking a bath was like the sound of a duck falling in a pond. A moment later, I was out with a towel wrapped around wet hair.

"Wow... the shower is really expressive, Cla!" joking Brother Roy. He was already sitting on the dining chair with neat clothes.

"Let it go," I said curtly.

Ignoring Brother Roy's chatter, I entered the room while closing the door quite firmly. Last night I went to bed late to finish my homework.

I can't bring my campus assignments to the office. Where there is time to complete them. If the chief admin finds out, it will be hit law. I've only been working in the office for a month as an administrative assistant.

I got the job from a friend whose sister works in the office. Mis Caterine, who was kind enough, pledged herself so that I could work here. Because his sister named Misel is my classmate in college.

At first the HR department was hesitant to accept me as an administrative assistant. But I can convince them by successfully answering all the questions given. By undergoing the training period for three months, I was required to comply with all the rules in the office.

My thoughts were shattered when Brother Roy poked my shoulder. "Breakfast when you're daydreaming anyway!" Mom scolds.

"Cla! You want to go with Big Brother, don't you?" asked Bro Roy as he took out his old car.

"No need, Sis! I'll just ride a motorbike!" I said. It can be chaotic later if Brother Roy's car breaks down on the road.

"Oh-yeah, already, Big Brother goes first!"

Not long after I followed out to warm up the engine. Then go back in to say goodbye to Mama.

"Be careful on the road, Cla! Don't speed and

don't forget to read the prayer before leaving!" he remembers. This advice I always hear every day before leaving.

"Yeah, Mom," I said, kissing Mama's cheek and the back of her hand. Then go with your favorite automatic motorbike.

******

A year ago, when Papa was still around, he also smirked at me. Because I know that if I take the motorbike it can't be slow. Until the whole house was surprised to see my brave nature.

Like a tomboy girl, if you carry a motorbike you can't be calm. Always driven by adrenaline to be fast. But that was before Papa had an accident due to colliding with a truck.

Since then my guts have shrunk a little, it was a very painful event for our family. Papa, who actually wanted to go to work at the shop, turned out to have an accident. The car he was driving was hit from behind and hit the road divider.

He experienced a hit and run, until now the crasher is still at large or in police search. Mama and Brother Roy take care of it right away Papa's accident insurance. The insurance money was used to pay some of Papa's debts.

Now Papa's fashion shop is managed by Bro Roy. In his hands the shop experienced deserted customers. Brother Roy lacks knowledge of trading or doing business. So I suggest to Mama to monitor the business.

Alhamdulillah, Mama managed to rebuild the business. Alternately Mama and Brother Roy guard the shop. Brother Roy came early, because Mama had to cook and clean the house first. I'm helping with the ironing once a week.

Ciiitttt ... the sound of a car screeching interrupted my thoughts. I was almost hit by a white sedan. The car driver opened the window while shouting.

"Woiii ... if you take a motorbike, don't be daydreaming!" she screamed.

Hm, I immediately put the motorbike aside while taking a deep breath, "luckily it's still safe," I said while stroking my chest.

After shouting, the man with the black glasses just stepped on the gas, I think I've seen the man. Likewise with the car in use. But never mind, forget it, it's better to focus on driving. Half an hour later, my motorbike arrived in front of a three-story and whitewashed building. It reads "PT. Trans Property."

*****

After parking the motorbike, with hasty steps, I walked to the attendance room. Just about to turn into the room, dugg... my foot tripped on something and almost fell.

A pair of flip-flops prevented me from entering the attendance room. We entered almost at the same time, until my position was squeezed and I stumbled almost on top of the owner of the shoe.

"Oops, sorry!" I grabbed the edge of the door and lifted my head. Then see who the man next to me is.

An athletic man, tan skinned wearing a full suit, had already filled his absence. He just glanced at me while narrowing his eyes. As if remembering something, but it was only for a moment.

Then he just walked away ignoring me. And leave a masculine perfume scent masculine perfume.

"Huhh, so arrogant, who the hell is he?" I grumbled as I exited the attendance room.

Then I ran into the elevator to the second floor. The uniform I wear is irregular, so busy chasing time.

"Hey, Cla! Just arrived ya?" said Ms Caterine who was already standing in front of the admin room door.

"Eh-yes, Ms. Luckily it's not too late!" I said breathlessly.

"Hm, don't be late, right! You are still training, then you get an SP letter from Boss," she remembered.

"Yes, Miss," I said, bowing past Miss Caterine and then towards my desk.

To be continued ....