CHAPTER 6

HAPPY READING

She stared at the square screen, searching for information about export licenses, originally intending to find information about exports and learn how to manage large and small cash accounts. This was all driven by the search for ideas, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated because the ideas just weren't coming.

Right now, she felt like screaming, but she didn't want to go crazy because of her new boss. She regretted taking this job. She would have to face Mr. Wiga tomorrow. What should she do next? Should she resign? It couldn't be that she would resign so soon!

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Wiga stepped out of the bathroom, feeling slightly refreshed. He looked out the window, and the weather in Jakarta today was quite bright. His job was quite exhausting, and he assumed that this was what it felt like for an ordinary person, not an athlete. Then his parents asked him to run a marathon of the same distance but with the freedom to choose the route he liked. There was no time limit, but the important thing was to reach the destination.

He was grateful to have come this far. He walked towards the walk-in closet, changing into a t-shirt and shorts. Suddenly, he remembered his new secretary. HR had told him that the secretary candidate was an exemplary employee, but he couldn't assume that she had a good work ethic. He had heard how the woman had called him crazy and rude.

In his entire life, it was the first time an employee had cursed right in front of him, and it was his secretary. Her mouth was so bold, even though there was nothing special about her, and he didn't know what her performance was like yet. She had already dared to speak like that.

He heard his phone ringing, and he saw the name "Maikel Calling." He smiled at his friend's name.

"Yeah, Maikel," Wiga said.

"Have you returned to Jakarta?"

"Yes, I have. Just arrived home," Wiga replied.

"It's been a while since I invited you for a drink. How about tonight?"

"Sure, where?"

"Camden."

"Okay, let's do it a bit later since I want to take a nap first. I'm really tired."

"Okay."

The call ended abruptly, and he lay down on his bed. He remembered his father's words earlier. He would meet a woman named Willo. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. He clicked on the name Willo Angelina on Google.

The screen immediately displayed Willo Angelina's name. She was the CEO of Avosa, a skincare business. She had a brand that was quite popular among the general public and had received many awards. She had received awards from various sources, including Forbes 30 Under 30 in Indonesia and Asia. Not only that, she also served as the founder of PT. Avosa Technology.

Wiga smiled, taking a deep breath for a few seconds. He saw the woman's face there; she was beautiful, had an ideal body, and healthy fair skin. In the photo, she was wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt, with the title "founder" written beside her name.

"I got it," Wiga said. Normally, women like her were very boring, their conversations always revolved around business wherever they went. But he wanted to see later if this woman was boring or not. But it was okay if they only got to know each other; he just needed to have fun to lighten the burden on his shoulders.

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The next day,

This morning, Luna did her usual workout in her apartment. She had a daily routine of following two workout videos on her smart TV. She maintained her figure and ensured her stomach stayed flat. On weekends, she usually made time for jogging. She felt that the workout routines she found on YouTube were more suitable for her. A 30-minute session made her break a sweat.

After her workout, Luna drank some mineral water. Why did she need to work out? Because, for her, a healthy body and strong stamina were investments. In essence, she loved her body and wanted to take good care of it. She glanced at the wall clock, which showed 6:30 AM.

Luna grabbed some instant oats and placed a few spoonfuls in a bowl. She poured hot water over the oats. There were several ways she consumed oats, either by making them into smoothies or sometimes as overnight oats. She added bananas and honey to provide morning energy that would keep her full until lunch.

After breakfast, Luna took a shower. Today, she had to face her boss. She felt a bit irritated whenever she heard Mr. Wiga's name. It was as if the man filled the entire space of her studio-type apartment. She opened her wardrobe and chose to wear a plain blouse with a soft pastel skirt. She tied her long hair back. She took a deep breath for a few seconds; she had to be strong to face Mr. Wiga today. But still, her heart almost wanted to leap out of her chest every time she heard his name. His deep voice echoed in her memory.

She grabbed her handbag and saw a message from Alfred on her phone screen. She read the message.

Alfred: I'll be in the lobby soon.

Luna replied with a short message, "I'm heading down from the apartment." To be honest, she liked Alfred because his approach was not filled with cheesy lines that made her uncomfortable. They had even used love emoticons without giving the green light yet. She wasn't the type of woman who liked to be possessive, as she was used to doing things on her own, and she disliked show-offs. She didn't care for show-offs and they made her uncomfortable. What she knew was that Alfred was a mature man, and their communication was very intense, with many things they discussed besides their relationship. They let the relationship flow naturally.

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