Chapter 4 Luxury House

"Okay. What do I have to do?" I ask.

I'm not that innocent woman. Don't judge me; I often watch porn. I don't subscribe. Most of the videos were sent by my college friends.

There was a friend, a smart ass; his transcript had a perfect A. His nickname is Ziko. His full name is Akal Ziko. Er, this is true. Ziko means a dick in Sanskrit. Maybe his dad gave the name to prove that Ziko has a dick. That's why you can imagine, from elementary school to college, how embarrassed Ziko was when the teacher called him. So as not to be ashamed, Ziko likes to abbreviate his name to A. So, because Ziko was often bullied, he wanted to stay in the library. No noise in the library. That's why Ziko was safe from bullies.

Apart from reading, Ziko also watched a pair of humans wrestle. Not wrestling in a boxing ring, of course, but in bed.

I am of the same generation as Ziko. He wore eyeglasses; he always wore a shirt to campus. I thought he was a nerd, but he turned out to be a master in terms of porn videos. Ziko diligently sent many hot videos.

The good thing is that Ziko sent me the soft version, not the hardcore, mostly about wealthy bosses and secretaries. That's why my uterus suddenly became lukewarm when Adam said I wanted to be made his secretary.

"Every morning, you must come to my apartment, Gallaway Suites in SCBD. West Tower 28th floor number 15. Here's the access card."

Adam opened his wallet and took out a flat object the size of a business card. The card design is luxury. Black and gold are never wrong-royal colours radiate Prince William and Kate Middleton's luxury.

The name of the apartment sounds like this. I can't imagine the occupants. Maybe international celebrities like Johny Depp or Leonardo DiCaprio.

"Then, anything else?"

"Yes, the duties of a private secretary in general."

How would I know, Bastard! I've never been the personal secretary of a lawyer. He knows about my experience as the private secretary of a meatball seller. What's the job? Yes, the meatballs then kept being thrown into hot water. Does Adam want me to throw him into boiling water?

"Why are you daydreaming? Do you think I can't pay you?" he asked.

"Eh?" I forgot to ask about the salary. Salary is always the number one priority; don't ask about assignments; you should ask about salary. My main goal in applying to CUAN Law Firm is not to find a job but to get a salary.

"How much do you ask?"

"Uhm..." I even buzzed like a bee. I applied for the junior associate position, but instead, I was given the job of private secretary. I also don't know what to do.

"Five million," Adam said.

"Huh?" Is my salary that much? Not bad. Sinta, who teaches at PAUD, only receives 200 monthly. My salary is 25 times that.

"Not enough?" he asked. "6 million then."

"Hah?" I'm staring. My mom's income from selling salad for ten years is now like this every month. I don't have any experience yet. That's a lot of salary.

"Is that not enough? Okay, 7 million if that's the case. Isn't that enough? This is the last offer because you don't have experience yet. If you don't want it, I'll look for someone else."

"I accept it, Honey." I nodded like a stuffed dog on the dashboard.

"I'll wait for you tomorrow at 6 am in my apartment." Adam gets back into his car.

***

The following day, I went to the elite apartment with Grandpa, who was already healthy. The casing may be old, but the inside beats racer motorbikes. SCBD is indeed something. Just a lot of security. Staring at me and Grandpa like we want to rob.

"Where are you going, Kid?" said the security officer.

"Tower west floor 28." In SCBD, it has to be like that: the language is mixed.

"Oh, you are a new household servant, huh? From which foundation?"

This security officer is random, but it's better to say I am a new household servant, not a robber. Until yesterday, Adam did not protest. He accepts every time I call him Honey. Adam did not like being called sir.

"From the CUAN Law Firm," I replied.

"The foundation's name is weird now," said the security guard. "You already have an ID card?"

Yes, I have. I'm a law-abiding citizen. I don't want to get weird. Precisely, the security guard's behaviour was strange; as soon as he got the ID card from me, he was dreamy.

"Sir, that's an ID card, not counterfeit money," I said.

"Yeah, I know. This isn't a fake ID card, right? Can the government give an ID card to a 12-year-old child? How much did you give to the officer?"

"Well, I'm old, sir. Yes, it's only natural to have an ID card," I replied grumpily.

"Yes, here." The security guard gave me back my ID card. "Enter. Go straight, after 200 meters to the left."

There are almost no two-wheeled vehicles, let alone three-wheeled vehicles here. Everything is four-wheeled, and the model resembles the movie Fast and Furious. Apartments are different.

So where do I park my motorbike? Why do all the signs say 'Car Park'?

"Looking for who, Kid?" A security guard approached me.

I am not looking for anyone; am I a lost child looking for parents? That's right, what are you looking for?

"Look for motorbike parking."

"Just go straight near the ATM," pointed Mr. Security.

The ATM position I'm looking for is not far away. What surprised me was that there were only three motorcycles; my Grandpa made it four. Are all the residents and employees of this apartment rich? Just amen. Who knows if I work here, then become rich like them.

Getting off the motorbike, I went straight to the elevator. I use the access card, and the elevator speeds to take me to the 28th floor.

When the elevator door opened on the 28th floor, I was immediately greeted by a red carpet. The natural red carpet! What is it, Ameena? Hey, get up! You're a girl who lives in the slump. I'm amazed because usually, only wedding invitations greet me on the red carpet.

I'm in. The interior of the hallway is no less luxurious. There are paintings of European royalty along the flanking walls.

Adam's room is in unit 15. I immediately knocked on the door. Why isn't anyone open? Did I get pranked? I hit again, this time wearing shoes to make it tighter. Maybe Adam is having fun with the girl inside. The CEO novel says rich guys like to be playboys.

"Stick up the access card!"

"Bastard!" I screamed while jumping, startled to hear a sound. Where's the sound coming from? Since then, I've been alone.

"To the left," repeated the voice.

Automatically, I looked at the wall to the left. There is a small screen the size of a cellphone screen. There, you can see Adam's face.

"Put the card where honey?" I asked.

Adam pointed to the right. Oh, there's a tool in there. I will paste the card into the scanner, please. The door immediately opened.

At first, I didn't want to look amazed so it wouldn't be tacky. But yes, I am surprised. Adam's apartment unit is enormous. The crystal lamp looks like someone's artist. The sofa is vast; it seems that there are often guests here. Adam is quite appreciative of art. The statue is quite a lot. Apart from the figure of the Goddess of Justice carrying a scale, there is a statue of a horse and a statue of a knight holding a sword. Near the window is a grand piano with the top open, like at expensive concerts.

"What are you waiting for?" Adam appeared with his hands on his hips.

"May I come in here, honey?" I asked.

"Hmm..."

I took off my shoes. Afraid of dirty fur rugs. Hey, what hair is this? How come the ox is stepped on?

"You failed the first assignment," Adam said.

"Ha?"

What kind of tasks? Adam didn't say anything. How can you tell I failed the mission?

"You're my private secretary, so your first task is to wake me up every morning."

"Ha?"

This is Adam's fix; he thinks my IQ is squatting. When you say that, the answer is ha-he-ho-ha-he-ho. Yes, but I'm baffled.

"Okay, now you have to do the second task. Prepare my breakfast," said Adam.

"Wait, honey. We didn't have an agreement like this yesterday," I said, wanting to refuse.

"Why? Want to refuse? Your salary is 7 million per month if you forget."

As one year unemployed, I remember that number. I work to earn a salary. Halal origin is not a problem. Where else can a fresh graduate like me with no experience get paid that much? I have much to be grateful for.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," I said resignedly. "Honey, do you want to eat gold or diamonds?"

"I usually eat wheat toast with a sunny egg. Drink fruit juice."

"What are sunny eggs?"

"Fried eggs."

Just fry all the eggs using a sunny egg.

"Fruit juice doesn't use sugar, right? Just looking at me is already sweet."

Adam looked at me sharply. This is so scary.

"That's the toaster and stove."

Wow, how do you use this? Blown? Where's the button? Why are all the stoves flat? Where are the LPG cylinders? I pasted the access card in every corner of the stove, but it won't turn on.

"Honey, maybe we need to use fingerprints on this one," I said. That's what sophisticated films say.

Adam advanced, closer, closer, forward again. I brake. Does he want to kiss me?

Tiiitt!

The sound from the stove startled me. Oh, Adam turned on the stove. I can not stand to see this true cuteness in front of him.

"Why do you close your eyes? Do you want me to kiss you?" asked Adam, strangely now he's not looking at me sharply but smiling.