CHAPTER 3

HAPPY READING

"Yes, Dad," Wiga replied.

"Are you in Jakarta now?"

"Yes. Why, Dad?"

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm heading to the office for a moment. There are some documents I need to sign. Why, Dad?" Wiga asked.

"I want to introduce you to someone."

Wiga furrowed his brow. "Who?"

"Her name is Willo, the daughter of Mr. Dirga, the owner of MNCI TV station," his father said.

"Just an introduction."

Wiga was well aware of who Mr. Dirga, his father's friend, was. He was the founder of the MNCI Group and served as the chairman of the MNCI Group. Many subsidiaries of the MNCI Group had become popular national TV stations. He had made a name for himself as a speaker in various national and international media outlets and taught in postgraduate programs at various universities in corporate finance, investment, and management strategy.

"Willo? When?"

"Day after tomorrow. Are you available?"

"Yes, Dad, I can make it. Just not on the weekend, as I have to go to Bali this weekend for some work outside the city."

"Dad likes your work."

The call suddenly disconnected. Wiga put his phone in his pants pocket. The elevator door opened, and he glanced at several employees in their cubicles, some of whom greeted him with smiles. He continued walking toward his office.

Wiga knew that his position came with privilege. At the very least, he had power that had a significant impact on his life. He had authority, and many people respected and admired him for it, simply because he possessed it.

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Luna sat at her desk, fixing her hair while staring at her reflection in the mirror. There were so many issues out there, and being a secretary seemed to be synonymous with being the boss's lover. This was the umpteenth time Mr. Wiga had changed his secretary, and, of course, the physical appearance of his secretaries was far above average compared to hers.

During her time working here, she was well aware that Mr. Wiga's secretaries were often good-looking or even sexy. The rumors of affairs and cheating between bosses and secretaries were widespread throughout the office. After all, bosses and secretaries had more moments alone, opportunities to be together, and other supporting factors.

Yesterday, Risa had given her a list of Mr. Wiga's habits. According to Risa, she should be prepared to be the outlet for his anger. Sometimes, she wouldn't even know the cause of his anger, but as his secretary, she would bear the brunt of it. She also had to get used to handling various tasks, from scheduling meetings to choosing lunch menus, snack menus, topping up digital wallets, exchanging small change, and even making complaints to online marketplaces.

And she had to remember, a secretary's work schedule was flexible. This meant she had to be available at any time, even on holidays. Her phone had to be on standby at all times, and she couldn't be slow in responding to messages or answering calls. She was expected to be skilled in conveying messages or information succinctly, concisely, and accurately. She had to keep secrets, especially when it came to her boss's conversations with other employees, to ensure Mr. Wiga's private life wasn't exposed. Regardless of the rumors about affairs during her tenure as a secretary, she knew they were completely untrue.

Lastly, she was also required to read the situation, Mr. Wiga's mood, and his facial expressions. If his mood seemed to be below 30%, it was best to reduce the frequency of questions.

So, was being a secretary really that difficult? She wondered if it would be easier to be in PR. Risa also assured her that the gossip about bosses sleeping with their secretaries was entirely false. It was merely a rumor circulating in the office, and she should just ignore it because they would eventually tire themselves out. Responding to it would only make the affair rumors seem more valid. Risa also mentioned that Mr. Wiga was a bit arrogant and demanding, often giving tasks that were outside the job description, which could be very exhausting.

Luna heard footsteps approaching, and she was sure that it was the President Director, the son of Mr. Thomas Belmore, named Wiga Belmore. The President Director, Mr. Thomas, had decided to pass on his position to his eldest child five years ago. Rumor had it that he had another child named Sebastian, who was currently in New York, working for a prestigious company. The gossip went that Sebastian was working just for networking and work experience. After all, why work when their family's money flowed abundantly and consistently into their bank accounts?

Luna hurriedly left her room, hearing the door being opened. She took a deep breath, and then the door swung open. She gazed at a man in a white shirt paired with a black suit, and the shirt was already unbuttoned one button down. She was slightly startled, looking at a man who resembled a Greek god.

She was mesmerized, one word in her heart, 'He's hot!' She knew that Zeus was the most powerful being in Greek mythology. She swallowed her saliva; in her entire career here, this was the first time she had come face to face with Mr. Wiga. Apparently, he was this sexy, with a strong jawline, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes. His tall, proportionate physique only added to his allure.

He even looked like people she had seen in the movies she watched. He reminded her of a young Keanu Reeves, who was still her idol. Her mind was still occupied with how sexy his face was. She felt someone calling her name.

"Are you my new secretary?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," Luna snapped out of her reverie.

"Your name is Luna?"

"Yes, sir."

Wiga observed the woman standing not far from him. She was wearing a white blouse and a pencil skirt. Her face was sweet, with a petite and cute nose. Her eyes were clear, without the use of contact lenses, and she had long straight hair. He caught the scent of Black Opium perfume, a blend of vanilla and coffee, emanating from her body. Her taste in perfume was excellent, not too overpowering, which he liked.

"Bring your notepad; there are a few tasks to do."

"Yes, sir."

Wiga then entered his office, placing his work bag on the desk. He leaned back in his chair. He didn't mind who his secretary was, as long as their work was good. And the chosen one turned out to be a woman named Luna. There was nothing special about Luna; her only advantage was her sweet face, unlike his previous secretary, who had been exceptionally attractive.

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