My Evil Lady's
The Boss is Never Wrong

I lowered my head even deeper as Pak Narta did not stop showering me with a sharp look. Of course he was angry, when I easily passed Rami out of the office when there was an important meeting with the board of directors of the company. I tried my hardest to find and managed to bring him back to the office, but still I could not avoid the anger of the president. For almost five years I worked as his PA, only this time I received his incredible anger. I am ashamed, ashamed for not being able to work according to his expectations. Shame to disappoint him.

"Why did you let him go off into obscurity when we had an important meeting?" pick up Pak Narta from behind a brown high-back work chair, while Rami sits casually on the sofa in front of his grandfather's desk, leaning back while blowing on his completely dirty nails. His figure sank, surrounded by bags of groceries. "You've lost him so many times, you don't even know where and what he's doing."

"I'm sorry sir, it's all my fault for lack of focus." I admit that it was all my fault without the slightest dare to look into the eyes of Pak Narta. It could have been Rami who had intended to leave, but if only I had known, I would have prevented it. Even if I had to lock her up in the office, I would.

In the boisterous anger of the president and the fear that ran through the back, I could hear the belittling crackling from Rami's mouth. It seems he was enjoying how I was scolded by his grandfather even though he looked fun playing mobile phone. I knew he was underestimating me, and that gave me even more reason to be upset with him. I got angry Pak Narta was none other than because of his actions and incompetence.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" asked the president sighed finally, starting to soften. He took off his reading glasses, folded them on the table. It relaxes the back by leaning it against the padded back of the chair. He closed his eyes, massaged the base of his nose to relieve the headaches we created. "You have worked for me for more than five years and have never let me down this much" said Mr. Narta, increasingly smashing my chest with guilt. I don't deserve to disappoint him this big after everything he's done for me. Thanks to the kindness and opportunities provided by him, I was able to be accepted and work in a multinational company even though only a graduate from a local university. "I hope you can guide Rami to be more mature and professional, not let her act at will just because she's my granddaughter."

"I'm sorry sir. I'm really sorry. I'll try harder." There aren't many words I can put out to respond to the president. The diplomatic answer is now much safer because after all both the Narta and Rami pacts are both my superiors. Two superiors who were not in line with his thoughts and desires, stuck me in the middle.

The president nodded weakly while sighing heavily. "I know Dika. Try harder. And you're Rami," he turned his gaze to his only granddaughter, "Take it more seriously. Don't just play with the phone. If it goes on like this how can I hand over this company to you," he scolded the one who was greeted with a loud bang as Rami put a rough phone on the table.

Rami got up from his seat. The look on his face that was originally dull, was now hardened and stiff. The two bushy eyebrows clutched together, his eyes looking sharp with his lips tightly clenched. "Grandfather doesn't have to do it. From the beginning I never asked my grandfather to give me this company. I also do not intend to be in touch with this company at all,” challenge Rami to make the tension of the room that began to subside, again rising.

"Don't be a hypocrite" denied the Narta pact is no less fierce. "Don't want to get in touch with the company? Where do you think the money you used for that spree, huh?" attack the president while pointing towards the pile of shopping bags Rami barked. In my heart I agree with the words of Mr. Narta.

"From the beginning I never asked for any of this." Hemp's face was flushed red, his hands clenched tightly, trying to hold back the anger that could explode at any moment. Always like that, quarrels were always inevitable in their talks, even if it was his own grandfather

I, who could only see the quarrel between the grandfather and grandson, chose to remain silent, listening with my breath held so that they would not notice my existence. It's not my porch to break them. I'm just a stranger, an ordinary employee who happens to be stuck in an unfortunate position. Stuck in a personal quarrel two people who are both my superiors.

"Well, then it doesn't matter if I take your credit card and your car," threatened Mr. Narta, like dousing gasoline in a blaze.

"Just do as Grandpa pleases." Rami bellowed away from the grandfather's room, leaving the old man sighing heavily. He walked while stomping his feet, shaking the floor as a form of anger even though he still did not forget his shopping bag. Pak Narta nijit pelipisnya increasingly throbbing see the behavior of his favorite grandson. For a while he had to be satisfied with just the victory of all.

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Rami throws the grocery bag over the maroon sofa that fills his office space. He walked back and forth in front of the desk. He bit his lower lip and thought about what he would do next. Fighting with the grandfather always made him feel anxious and made his mood bad, but this time it was worse. He felt very upset because he had to give up his credit card and favorite car. He may say he hates this company, but he seems to really like the money his grandfather's company makes. Unlimited money can satisfy his appetite. An activity that could slightly distract his brain, thinking of his miserable life. Room scented by pine-flavored tree-not even able to refresh the mind, improve the mood.

"Sorry Director, I have to take your credit card and car keys." Doubtful I thrust a hand, waiting for Rami to hand over the item I asked for. It took a while for him before he - with a heavy heart - gave up what I asked for. Rami knew he had no other choice, he had to obey all his grandfather's orders. His round eyes looked at me sharply, looking at me as if I were his great enemy. I screamed in my heart.

I really don't want to antagonize you, but I'm just an employee here. I had no choice but to follow orders from those with higher authority.

"How do I finance my life?" tanyanya while continuing to hold the card that is already on top of my palm. I tried to pull, but he wasn't willing to let go.

I put on a tired smile, "Just calm down. You will still earn a salary from the work you do. Your salary will be paid monthly like any other employee."

He let go of his hand and laughed cynically, scoffing at my answer. "You're insulting me, aren't you? Which is enough if only from the salary of a director.ehm." Rami folded her hands in front of her chest, waiting for my response. I knew I had to think about my steps carefully. I knew he was upset, and he was waiting for me to misstep in order to be the target of his impingement.

His sneering smile turned into a derogatory laugh, a laugh that made me misbehave. I don't think there's anything wrong with my words. "And what if it's not enough?"

"You will not get any additional funds. So, you have to find another way to earn money. Maybe by selling your collection of bags or shoes," my advice that immediately got a sharp delicacy from him. His cruel laughter disappeared replaced with an intense gaze that felt suffocating the throat, making it difficult for me to swallow. Now I know I said something wrong.

Very slowly and rhythmically he walked over to me, his hands still folded neatly in front of his chest. It was so persistent that I had to walk backwards to keep my distance. My clumsy attitude, did not stop his slow steady pace. Looks like Rami really enjoyed this moment, the moment to intimidate me. He kept getting closer until I couldn't escape any more. There was no room to dodge, sandwiched between the office walls and the Hemp that continued to lunge forward.

He was so close that I could even feel his warm breath hitting his face. She was too close that I could smell the flowers from her hair. Those sharp brown eyes were trying to intimidate, as if he could tear me apart with just his gaze.

"Never touch my things once, because when it happens I will fire you no matter how good your performance is in Grandpa's eyes" he threatened to make me have trouble swallowing saliva. A threat I know of is not just an empty threat.

He turned around, satisfied to see me getting intimidated and walked cheerfully back to his desk just to play gadgets. I didn't waste the chance to get out of the room. My heart beat fast as it managed to escape the chest-stifling pressure. A stubborn girl with abundant treasures, definitely not a good combination.

"Oh.yeah one more," he said, stopping his steps in the doorway. The words that also momentarily stopped my heartbeat. "Be careful with my favorite car. Be careful not to scratch it," he threatened only to answer me with a short answer before finally getting out of the room.

I breathe heavily. Cold sweat runs all over the body. Being a PA is not easy and I still have to learn. But, being the PA of a spoiled and incompetent successor really tests patience.

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Rami's note

I never wanted to go home. I don't want to meet grandfather let alone deal with anything related to the company.

I want to be free. Free to pursue my dreams. Free of many pairs of eyes that observe what successors Watson & co. Attach an eye that is also prepared at any time to attack to take over the company. I want to be free, but I can't.

Freedom is not something I can easily embrace. No, even if I have more money. Little money - which accompanied my life story - cannot afford to buy my freedom now.

I was forced to return to Indonesia because of grandfather's orders. Because I also had to work in the board of directors of the company. A job that doesn't interest me at all. The compulsion that only gave me one more reason to hate my grandfather, the only family member I had.

Not enough to sway me by working at the company, grandfather gave me an additional chain.

A PA. The PA will oversee and manage all my schedules. The PA that even carelessly managed my finances. PA's trying to turn me into a successor as Grandpa expected.

I don't know his name. I don't even bother to find out. He was just an ordinary person with an ordinary body, not skinny but also not fat - though a little taller than most guys - and despite his slightly above average face with black hair and long eyelashes. Just like other employees who will do anything for money, for the sake of keeping their jobs. He has nothing to do with a guard dog who will do whatever he is told.

There is nothing wrong, because we all need money to survive. It all went wrong when he was between me and grandfather, the person I hated the most in the world. My principle is simple, when he allied with my enemy at that moment he became an enemy.

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