My Evil Lady's
My B Boss's

"Not good." The indiscriminate cruel comment slid smoothly from her tiny red lips, making me accidentally swallow the steak piece in her mouth in shock. The coldness ran down my back, making my stomach churn. I have a bad feeling that he's going to act again. The girl sitting next to me was just playing her cutlery. He ruffled pieces of meat and salad on the plate with one hand, not intending to put a bite into the food in the mouth while the other hand supported his head. He could not help but show his boredom clearly at a dinner with a client.

His comments that broke the tranquility of the dining event this time managed to attract the attention of everyone who was at the same time with us. I myself was still busy rolling pieces of meat that had been stuck in the throat until finally released with a glass of water. He almost managed to kill me easily, effortlessly, and was impossible to put in prison. The silence that filled this luxurious dining room was gradually replaced with an awkward smile and question that made my neck stiffen.

"I'm sorry?" ask the host from across the square-shaped dining table with only four chairs surrounding it. The host may have thought that his hearing began to decrease due to the age factor, considering that it was not the type of comment that was commonly heard at dinner parties. A smile awkwardly adorned on his face, trying to show as relaxed an expression as possible.

I let out a heavy sigh, put down my cutlery as well even though I wasn't done yet. Suddenly I lost my appetite. Not because of the taste of the cuisine - which I think there is no problem, but rather the atmosphere that seems to make me on the edge of the abyss. Once I make a wrong move, I can freefall and kill myself. Honestly, I feel sorry and pity for the host. At the age that was no longer young, they had to face this snot girl who had almost no common sense. The snot girl who felt herself free to do and say anything just because she had a powerful family.

In the event of a banquet, we will not say openly even if the dish served is not in accordance with our taste. Especially saying it openly to the host. Our culture teaches to always please the inviting host even if it has to lie though.

"Eh..the meat of the steak is not tasty," he repeated without further ado, making the look of the host's face green. The hostess sitting next to her husband could only bow her head. Questions that clearly do not need a technical explanation per-steak. "Too many spices so the original aroma of the meat is gone. His maturity level is also uneven. It's not clear what level of maturity you want." He was flipping through the pieces of meat on the plate. "Look, overcook here, but the other side is still rare." He pointed directly at the piece of meat to the hostess who could only nod clumsyly and awkwardly with a reddened face. Meat that I think is fine, and good enough for my standards. Didn't know the standard of the father he was wearing to research his food like that.

The host who was one of the directors of our partner company could only hold tightly the wife's hand under the table. His words were too bold, even too presumptuous, but given the importance of cooperation between their companies, he refrained. His facial expression was complicated, between holding back anger or embarrassment.

"I'm sorry if the food doesn't suit your taste. My wife just learned to cook." The hostess and mistress forced a smile, acting as if it was commonplace while I, cold sweat had soaked my back. The delicious-looking steak meat on the table, could no longer attract my appetite.

We had to stop this dinner early with an awkward atmosphere. All because of my boss's insolent remarks. My hands are itching to hit the back of his head. If he doesn't like it, just be quiet, don't eat it. No need to make unexpected comments. Not everything can be judged only by results. There is a wholehearted process that needs to be appreciated as well.

My boss nodded his head while slipping his hair behind his ear, as if familiar with the director's answer. "I think Madam still needs to learn a lot" he suggested, and then made me grow angry.

He turned his gaze, looked at the director with his firm round eyes, but remained calm. "Oh.ya Mr. Toni for the renewal of the company's cooperation contract, we should talk about it in the office only. You don't have to bother inviting me. I'm afraid I'm going to bring up some untrue rumors" said my boss, who stopped talking about steaks and returned to work.

Just as the dinner menu failed to impress my boss, it turned out that the director's goodwill for inviting us to dinner failed to touch his heart. He hates pleasantries. Hate doing business in old-fashioned, unprofessional ways.

The director swallowed his hard-earned saliva. He took a glass in front of him, hoping that the water would remove the bitter taste in his mouth. This was definitely not a comment he could have imagined before. Especially after the 'unpleasant' comment about the dish earlier.

My boss picked up a handbag and got up suddenly from his seat. "Then, excuse me, sir. See you tomorrow at the office." He reached out a hand before being greeted awkwardly by the director.

Blow the stilltto heels of my boss breaking the silence of the ash-coloured marble passageway that runs towards the exit. His steps are steady, there is no doubt when he has set a goal. The knee-length A-line intersecting light blue silk dress waved gracefully, providing perfect harmony with the gentle swing of her hand. Heartless, he left me alone to clean up the rest. Facing the master and hostess with a guilty feeling as if this was all my fault. It was my fault for bringing him here. It was my fault for accepting this dinner invitation.

The host let out a long sigh, observing the departure of my boss. All this must have been a surprise for him. He did not think that his hospitality could be interpreted differently. I hurriedly pulled out a business card for the manager of one of the fancy restaurants downtown.

"The director would like to present a romantic dinner for you and your mistress at one of her favorite restaurants. The director knows that you two just celebrated your wedding anniversary." I handed the business card to the host who was showering me with a questionable look. There were too many surprises going on today for his old heart. "It's not uncommon for the director to show his goodwill and attention directly, so he sent me." In my heart I praise myself. The longer I worked under him, the smarter I was at making excuses and finding a way out. "Please be accepted and please enjoy the dinner. Please forgive also the awkwardness of my director at this banquet." I handed the business card directly to the director who never took it.

I could breathe a sigh of relief when I saw the smiles on their faces. A smile that at least guarantees the continuity of cooperation contracts between companies. Something that steadied the pace, straightened my head as it exited the director's mansion to catch up with my own carefree boss.

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"Why is it so long?" protest Rima, my boss - who was already sitting sweetly, crossed his legs in the back seat of his beloved red double cabin car. Both hands were folded in front of my chest when I arrived at the car after saying goodbye to the host who invited us. His long, wavy black hair he let down on both sides of his shoulders, positioning himself like a queen he deserved to serve.

Returning after successfully completing his act, but greeted with a bent face and furrowed eyebrows clearly blurred all the smiles and feelings of relief that had enveloped my heart. I deserve something more because I managed to make the host forgive and forget about the unusual attitude just now. A meaningful action also maintains his image and of course the good name of the company, even though he does not feel guilty at all.

"I have to contact the manager of your favorite restaurant to give access to the director and his wife," I explained as patiently and as strongly as possible to hold the feeling of arrogance in order not to be too obvious.

"Make what? You don't have to do it?" his protest with an increasingly taut tone of speech. It seems he has not realized how important this conversation is for the sake of the continuity of the company. If only that round-eyed beautiful girl wasn't my boss, I would have booked a taxi and left.

"I don't have to do it if you can control yourself a little bit." I almost let go of his spicy mouth, fortunately my brain was able to immediately find another more polite word. "Your comments could have hurt the director and his wife" I replied no less fiercely who got a sharp glint from the corner of his eye. Her thin lips were tightly shut, clearly not liking what I said.

"Why would I hurt her? That old man wouldn't dare break his contract with us. I'm just being honest if the cooking wasn't good. Are you telling me to lie too?" He turned his head towards the open back window, where I was standing. His eyes narrowed, looking at me as if I was a ruse-filled person.

I pulled one side of the tie that gripped my neck. Try to loosen the tie ties so that it can more freely breathe a lot of oxygen to be able to refresh the brain. I have to face it with a cold head, I can't be provoked. A slight misbehavior can be fatal especially when he waits for the moment to happen. The moment when he could kick me out of the company. "I'm not telling you to lie, but a wise man always knows when the time is right to open his mouth" my advice that only makes him turn the eyeballs. He was too tall to listen to my advice. "One more thing, do you have to sit in the back seat?" replace me who stares sharply as he comforts his seat.

Rami shrugged, "What's wrong? I'm your boss?" he replied casually, taking his eyes off me, looking straight ahead again, waiting for me to get into the car.

"But I'm not your driver, Director. I'm PA, personal assistant, not driver. At least you can sit in front" I said, reminding her of the times she forgot I wasn't her maid.

Instead of what I thought, the girl put her hand on it, sticking it out through the slightly open passenger window. "If you don't want to drive me, I can go home by myself," he bargained as he looked at me with expectant eyes, and a smile that seemed clearly contrived. A clear offer is not an option for me. I ignored his offer, and started getting in the car, again with a feeling of arrogance for not being able to do anything to repay him. Oh. I can.

"Oh yes, just for information, the cost of a fancy dinner for the director and his wife will I charge into your account," I replied before turning on the car keys and drove into the streets. The little revenge that managed to make him ruffle his irate hair.

I am not an easy opponent.

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