บท 5: Awkwardness
Abel's eyes widened when she saw a photo on the piano in the corner of Alex's apartment unit; she didn't expect Alex, who at that time hated his school so much that he could neatly display a photo of the high school class.
"What do you see?"
For a moment, Abel tried to find an excuse to answer his boss's question. There was no way she could tell the truth about his surprise when she saw the photo of the high school class on the piano; otherwise, his plans would fall apart.
"No, sir. I was amazed to see the beautiful piano in the corner," Abel answered quietly.
"Okay, Pak Airlanggga is allowed to return to the office," Alex ordered.
Airlangga's face immediately turned sour; he slightly glanced at Abel with a meaningful look.
"Good, Your Majesty," Airlangga replied, lowering his body.
After Airlangga left Alex's unit, the awkwardness began to be felt in this room; it was just us. Abel has not been seated since arriving because the host has not invited him.
"You want to work standing up?"
Hearing those words, Abel immediately sat on a very soft black sofa; the room's design, which was dominated by black and gray, represented that this unit was expensive.
"Follow me," Alex ordered after leaving his room, changing into his pajamas, shirt, and shorts.
While following Alex from behind his eyes, Abel was still trying to observe every corner of the room in this unit; in his mind, she didn't expect to be alone and would cooperate with Alex.
"This is a presentation to prepare for the weekend. And this is a chart of the company's market rise, and here are some things you should learn about me," said Alex, his voice low but full of pressure.
"Okay, sir."
"If there is anything you want to ask, you can call me or go to my office, which is next to the room," explained Alex.
After Alex left the room, Abel immediately opened the sheet on his desk. When she opened the worksheet, a piece of paper fell on the last page, a table listing Alex's personal needs and what he liked and didn't like.
"Oh, his favorite coffee is black coffee, but it doesn't sync with his favorite ice cream, strawberry?" muttered Abel in his heart.
On the other hand, there is Alex in front of his computer thinking about how he can get closer to his new secretary. Alex has not been close to the woman he loves after his broken heart was left married by Natasya.
But when he saw Abel at first glance, not only beauty radiated from his body, but another feeling suddenly rose from his heart.
Is this love at first sight?
Alex's love for Natasya began when his father first appointed her to be his secretary. Natasya has a beautiful face, intelligent brain, and manners that he had made Alex's cold heart melt. Because Natasya and Alex also regretted his actions in high school, he coldly refused the expression of a woman's love in front of all his school friends.
"How's that woman?" Alex muttered in his heart while patting his forehead lightly. He tried to remember the woman's name, but nothing in his mind imagined, only braces and piles of books she always hugged every break.
The sound of the door opening broke Alex's thoughts; he saw his secretary carrying a tablet with a company chart on it.
"Sorry, sir. Annoying, I want to ask about this data," Abel asked quietly, trying to be respectful even though he felt revenge every time he saw Alex pouring out.
Alex explained Abel's question slowly and in detail, each word he emphasized firmly to clarify. Unconsciously while explaining, Alex felt the scent of his secretary's body made his heart pound wildly; occasionally, he glanced at the face of the woman beside him.
"Damn it! This woman is gorgeous and captivates my heart!"
Alex repeated those words in his head, making the gurgling in his chest intensified.
After explaining his work to his secretary, the lunch hour alarm rang on Alex's desk. Abel, who realized it, immediately tried to ask what lunch his boss wanted because she had been told by Alex's assistant to invite him to eat.
"It's time for lunch and medicine, sir. What do you want me to order?"
Alex was stunned to hear Abel's question; every word that came out of his mouth seemed like a spice to lure him.
"I just ordered for lunch today," Alex replied coldly.
After hearing that answer, Abel immediately returned to his room; while brewing coffee and milk, Abel continued to observe Alex's every move.
"Did he fall in love with me right away? If he did fall in love with me, I wouldn't let him enter my life that easily. This revenge must exist!" muttered Abel in his heart.
Abel thought of an elegant way of revenge for his pain; although there is still a seed of love in his heart, he must not drown in that love again. Abel exhaled while throwing away the illusion that Alex loved him.
Abel heard from outside the room that someone had come but didn't seem to be alone; as seen from the window, a chef with his staff came carrying some cooking utensils.
"What? What's this?"
"Introducing, this is Arizan, a chef from a five-star hotel and my favorite chef. I will ask for lunch to be served with the omakase theme," explained Alex.
"Are you hungry?"
Abel gasped in surprise at Alex's question, then nodded his head. The two sat at the mini bar in this unit, and the chef was busy preparing food for them.
While waiting for food. Alex spun to find a topic of conversation outside of work. A thought crossed his mind to ask about his past.
"I graduated from an American University. Columbia University, I was there almost five years."
Alex smiled, his eyes sparkling hearing the story of the woman in front of him. His ears were spoiled with stories of Abel's past; he raised one hand to his chin.
"Food first, ready!"
Chef put two plates of shrimp tempura with the sauce on the lip of the plate. Abel waited for his superior to devour him first silently.
"Ladies first," Alex said kindly.
Abel's eyes widened at his superior's words. He really couldn't rationalize his brain right now. Was the man in front of me with the heart to humiliate me well now?
"So how about your high school days in Jakarta?" a question came out of Alex's mouth as they devoured his food.
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