My Evil Lady's
First Day

Whatever the circumstances, the boss is never wrong.

Not much different from terran named woman. This one creature of God is said to always be right, never wrong. No matter what sort of data is presented or as scientific as your explanation, the end result remains the same. What they believe is the most true.

When fate brings you to a boss who happens to be also a woman, you can imagine the excitement of life as what is waiting for you. A blessing that must either be grateful or even mourned.

Born as the only son of a single parent in the middle economic line, I am not a man of ambitious desire. All I want is to be able to give my mother an established life, the only family I have. No need for abundant treasures or to be famous and known by many people. I just want to have a comfortable life like everyone else in general. Finished school well, got a decent job, got a girlfriend, got married, bought a house, and raised my children happily. Not the kind of dream that is too grandiose to achieve, right?

Twenty-eight years I've lived my life, so far I've been quite satisfied. Everything went according to plan. I managed to finish school and get a college degree on time, which meant no fees were inflated. No need to wait long until I get a job as a personal assistant president director. Not a position that promises a high salary, but enough for the installment cost of car and home loans.

Honey, life doesn't always go the way we expect. My quiet and peaceful life seemed to have ended when I had to become the new PA director of finance. The director of finance who is clearly no coincidence is none other than the only granddaughter of the president director, the crown princess who will inherit the Watson & co business empire.

I could already feel a bad feeling the first time I met him. A young girl - as rich as or perhaps two, three years under me - sits casually on a soft sofa in the office of Mr. Narta - her grandfather - with her legs crossed, showing off her smooth white legs. His hands were busy twisting long wavy hair that was wildly scattered, but still neatly arranged while the other hand was engrossed in playing the phone. He didn't take his eyes off the screen when Pak Narta introduced me as his PA. Definitely not an act of politeness. A typical third-generation conglomerate that might be big would destroy a big name of the company. A spoiled heiress who only knows how to have fun with her family's money.

Her body was clad in a bright tosca short canal dress complete with seven-centimeter heels, framing a slender slender body. The girl was very beautiful, making anyone who looked at her could fall in love with young. Beautiful, but dear can not put herself and pay attention to her character. His appearance did not seem like a young professional who was ready to jump into the business world, and it clearly made me realize that I did not expect much from him.

He was not at all what I expected. I heard from Pak Narta that her grandson had studied Business Management at one of the universities in Germany. So, I think he is someone who is arguably competent and ready to plunge in the work duia.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the negative prejudices that were fixed on the girl just because she was not up to expectations. I can't look down on him when I don't really know and know his abilities.

"When, please help Rami to understand his duties and authority," the authoritative old man's figure as he approached and gently patted my left shoulder. Although it is nearing seventies, but the posture of the Narta pact is awake and fit, able to make it move with agility. I can see a friendly smile on his face that began to fill with wrinkles, a witness of his hard work building the company.

"Alright sir," I replied steadily before turning to Rami. "Let's help each other and work well together," I greet as kindly as possible while thrusting a hand to shake hands. A helping hand that was not even seen. Awkwardness that brings up clumsy feelings.

"There's no need to be so friendly. We may not work together for a long time" he commented lightly without looking me in the eye. The girl still did not take the slightest attention off the phone screen. I laughed obliquely, trying to be as normal as possible, despite the fact that I felt a little upset. Apparently, I don't deserve a little attention from him.

"Rami, watch your attitude! Why are you talking like that?" reprimand sir Narta, slightly raise her tone. His old face reddened, either because of anger or shame with the behavior of the grandson.

Hemp who seemed to be easily ignited by anger, put the phone hard on the table, finally focusing entirely on the grandfather. "I told you from the beginning that I don't want to work for this company. It was just Grandfather who was willing to force me to go home." Rami is no less ketus, no matter despite talking to his own grandfather, making the quarrel between grandson and grandfather was inevitable again. His anger was overflowing, as if he had been waiting for this moment to be able to vent it. And, damn it, I got caught up in this really nasty family quarrel.

Without daring to cut and tease their ‘talk’, I took a few steps back. Standing in the shadows, trying to get out of their sight. Being involved or - worse still - being their impingement was the last thing I expected. I could only close my eyes and take a slow breath while remaining alert if at any time they called my name. Is this how it feels to have a granddaughter?

Not only my expectations for him are dissolved, a sense of optimism that is as strong as I can instill in the mind is gone already swept by the wind. It turns out she's just a girl - coincidentally the granddaughter of a spoiled, selfish, rebellious, wealthy businessman - and seems to be squandering money, too.

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I was running aimlessly inside a five-story shopping mall in the middle of the day at work. I looked far away, sweeping in all directions trying to find the figure as tall as Rami-bosku - who was disappearing from her office as I began to bring her the documents to be examined. It's only his third day working at the company and he's done it. Of course he can do it, if the owner of the company who is also his grandfather can not intimidate.

The atmosphere of the mall is quite spacious considering that it is still busy office hours, but I still have trouble finding it. I'm sure he's at this mall because his Ford F150 Raptor gps show he's here. The pouring sweat didn't stop me from looking, I had to find it. The bones of my feet began to not be strong anymore to deflect the body because it continued to run around in the mall. I just felt the bad consequences of my laziness to exercise. Even though my body screamed in exhaustion, I kept going around trying to contact her phone which she of course did not answer.

I took off my suit, put it in my hand to slightly reduce the sultry feeling of sweat that kept pouring. I don't even care how messed up my disheveled appearance is full of sweat. I don't even care if people think I'm crazy, running around and swearing isn't clear. I don't give a shit. Whatever their opinion has had absolutely no effect on the safety of my career. I have to work extra hard. I have to be able to control things while working with a boss who has no intention of working.

After a long while running around looking almost desperate, I finally found him. I found it after exploring and asked many security personnel or mall cleaners scattered on each floor. I stopped for a moment to take a breath. I am glad I found him.

The girl walked leisurely without sin while observing the rows of clothes, bags and shoes that were displayed on the storefront. Although the shopping bag has filled the right and left hands, but Rami does not like to return. He was not satisfied shopping.

"Why didn't you answer my phone?" sue me when I manage to line him up. He wouldn't even bother to stop the road, waiting for me despite knowing I took pains to chase after him.

"Why should I do it?" he replied indifferently not feeling the slightest pity for the sweat that was soaking up my body. He was still busy observing the storefront of a store, not the slightest trouble to look at me.

"There's a meeting you have to attend today. Mr. Narta was also furious when she found out you weren't in the office," I obviously huffled while still tailing her as she entered a shop displaying a lady's bag.

"I don't care," he replied briefly and viciously while putting on sunglasses to frame his eyes, completely ignoring me.

"But Director, you'll get in trouble if you don't get to the office right away. We only have less than an hour" I added as I took a moment to look at the clock in hand. Even if I have never run around, persuading someone just to attend a meeting.

Rami stopped her steps and turned to look at me from behind her sunglasses. Although sheltered in the dark frame of her glasses, I could feel the piercing glare of her eyes, making me have to turn my face away. "That's even better. I don't care if I get fired. I'm even happier." A faint smile spread across her tiny lips, blossoming red before she turned around and continued her shopping.

I let out a long sigh, frustratingly responding to his rebellious nature. He may not care about his own fate, but I do. He could have been fired from the company, but he's still a grandson of Mr. Narta, while I? I'm just an ordinary employee who can be dumped at any time from the company without anyone being able to get in the way. Mr. Narta would be furious if I didn't manage to take her and this isn't good for my source of income.

I closed my eyes, steadied my heart, gathered courage. I have to make a choice. A choice with less risk and more acceptable. Risk of getting wrath from the Narta pact or becoming a mortal enemy of the girl. Put away the shirt sleeves. I cut off the path and lifted his body over my shoulders all of a sudden. "Sorry director, but I still care about my job" I said, carrying her on one shoulder and immediately taking her back to the car. Not one bit did I intend to loosen the handle even though my body continued to be showered with punches from both hands filled with grocery bags. I just hope my body isn't full of bruises when I get home.

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