Chapter 6 Negotiation

Without applying to CUAN Law Firm, I have been a lawyer for a year, unemployed at many events. In my version, lawyers don't get paid; they burden the family.

I have one sister; I'll tell you later. This year, she graduated from high school. I have a feeling she can't be a state university student. I imagine she will be a private university student, even those with Z accreditation. Is there Z accreditation? Accreditation is the worst. I have to help my mother pay for my brother's college.

I'm not a vanilla, innocent girl. My brain has been stained with the missionary position, doggy style, and woman on top. How good am I? Oh yes, it's crystal clear that I am perfect at theory. My teacher was Ziko. For practice, don't ask; I am a big zero. My lips are still pure. I've never kissed before, except earlier, when Adam almost outdid it. I'm still pure and innocent like baby powder, wishing that Adam would make a mistake so my lips would meet his lips. Yes, who knows? After lips meet lips, then we can get intimate.

Gosh! The point is, it's only natural that I was shocked when Adam had the idea that I asked him to stay at his apartment.

"Well, Honey, I do not have any reason to resign, but I am still a virgin," I said. It's better to be honest than be accused of disloyalty to my boss and only work one day. There's nothing right about my work; people are about to resign without any logical reason.

"I mean, you've never...."

I nodded. Yes, I've never had sex before-no need to explain, right?

"That is amazing," Adam smiled a little.

I swear, I love to see her smile. Sweet and dimpled. If you need something fresh and sweet, drink plain iced tea while looking at his smile. I guarantee you will get diabetes.

"Why do you think that is amazing?" I asked.

"In a big city, a girl your age has never had sex."

His smile earlier was because he was laughing at me, who is as white as Jasmine.

"Yes, it's still there, Honey. Not everyone in the big city adopts free sex," I said sanctimoniously, even though I have come close to adultery many times.

It's impossible for people who have watched scenes of the meeting of meat to meat not to want to try it. Some are upright but not just; some are tense but not electricity from the state. Luckily still single from the fetus, and that's why this virginity has survived to this moment.

"Who invited you to do that?"

I am wondering. Am I stupid since my Mom added too much monosodium glutamate, or is Adam already senile since his brain is too genius? Is there any guy who isn't perverted asking a girl to stay in his apartment alone? Hey, did you know if two people are of different sexes together in a quiet place, then the third party is satan? But never mind, let's just say my bitch hormones are resurfacing.

"Honey, I have to stay here. Continue to be a private secretary. Private secretary job right...." I looked down, embarrassed.

This is a real shame. Adam will think my brain is full of perverts, although it does.

Adam sat back at the dining table. Oh God, I'm not doing anything, just folding my hands in front of my chest and looking at me; my heart is already beating fast. What if Adam men....

"You are not my type," Adam said briefly, concisely, piercing the soul. I destroyed my pride.

I'm not a house that has types. Gosh... I forgot who I was dealing with. The damn rich! A gay who says anything in a mixed language eats fried eggs that are round and suitable in the middle. That's why the couple's affairs are likened to a house that has its type.

I had a wonderful dream that Adam wanted to kiss me earlier. Maybe I'm an ordinary girl, cute, an elementary school kid face-like, not worthy of standing next to Adam, but please don't say it openly. My fragile heart hurts, Baby. Give me a chance; who knows, after work, he can buy a litre of skin care that makes the skin glow.

Why do I have an idea, huh? I worked diligently until I became beautiful, then made Adam fall madly in love with me. This is fun; it feels like a movie scene.

"What? Do you want to resign or remain a private secretary under the same roof with me?" rechallenged Adam.

"Let me ask my mom first." This is a big deal. How could my mom allow her daughter to sleep in the same apartment with a man who was not her husband? I might be dragged to the mosque for Eid al-Adha tomorrow to replace the cow for the sacrifice. "I also need to say goodbye to my brother."

"Ask permission from Mom?" Adam rubbed his chin.

Shit! My faith is falling. Damn, if he poses like that. Indeed, Adam is a guy who squats while picking his nose and is still handsome. One day, I'm sure a bed linen company called Him, Excellent replaced Ji Chang Wook as the model.

But make no mistake, even though his pose is excellent, the words that come out of Adam's mouth always stab without mercy. Maybe that's how the lawyer plays?

"You are an aspiring lawyer, Ameena. Many assignments will make you come home at night, not even for days, going to a place in the middle of nowhere you don't know. Is it okay to ask permission from your mom? If your mom forbids you, do you refuse to be assigned?" Adam asked sharply.

I forgot I applied to be a lawyer, not a kindergarten teacher. The humans I will face will be criminals and lawbreakers, not cute 4 to 5-year-olds.

"That's unprofessional, Ameena. You'd better find another job," Adam kept on intimidating me.

I'm still silent, just getting smaller guts. I don't know what to answer. This is my first experience working in a law firm. I don't know the main task, but I've been given this kind of abuse.

When I was in college, even though I said I was going to law school, it didn't mean I liked debating. My hobby instead is taking a seat in the back seat and then sleeping. Sometimes, I get sprayed by the lecturer, but I like to sleep; I'll repeat it the next day. That's why I can't argue like a lion on the podium. I never imagined being a lion; thank goodness I became a duck that wasn't slaughtered.

"You know what, I once visited an oil palm plantation in a forest in Kalimantan and had to get on a small plane that rocked while flying."

That is new information. I will take a small plane to the oil palm fields one day. I think a lawyer's job is to attend the trial in court.

What do you want, Adam? Do you want to make me regularly withdraw from the CUAN Law Firm because of fear? I'll climb mountains for money, cross oceans, and marry Song Joongki.

"Resembling him, there is no relationship between me moving to live here and getting on a plane," I grumbled.

"There is. I can teach you all the knowledge if we live in the same apartment. Not only about law and regulation but also my habits to become a successful lawyer."

Wow, this guy is arrogant. Again, rich people are different. Don't be modest; if you want to show off, show off. I admit Adam is successful. Our ages are not much different, just about seven years. Unfortunately, the difference between us is too far, from the top of a mountain to the bottom of a cliff.

Adam has a car, a luxury apartment, income, a shiny face, and all the cool things about him. While me? My only treasure is Grandpa, who, even if sold, sells less than one hundred dollars.

"Are you open for negotiation?" I asked. I also want to be rich. Even if it wasn't the result of my sweat, association with Adam might have brought me golden opportunities. For example, the sultan's client has a handsome son and is single. That means let me have a backup plan; who knows? Adam refused; I didn't bite my fingers.

"Of course."

"I have an idea about renting a small house around here so we don't have to sleep in the same apartment."

"Too risky," Adam answered. "Imagine you walk from that rented house to here early in the morning, bad people following you. Can you imagine that the person following you has bad intentions? Something like he has a gun or knife. You can be stabbed; your organs can be harvested...."

"Stop!" I shrieked. Adam mostly watches horror or psychopathic films. Even the share of fear. "Besides, Sir, why do I have to wake you up? There's an alarm!"

Aha! Smart answer. At least bright, I think. There is technology; why not use it?

"So that you can see my activities and fight with me."

I looked at Adam. Why does he care so much about me? Why do you want to educate me to become a successful lawyer?

"Because I see you are potential," Adam replied as if he knew what was on my mind. "You have tenacity; others can be honed."

"Uhm...." I buzzed like a bee. "Can you think about it, honey?"

I'm still pretentious about selling expensive. I'm a good kid. Even though I often watch videos of meat meeting meat, I pray immediately when it's time to pray. I won't force you if you don't want to. Please respect yourself if you want to be offered one roof with Adam.

"Okay, others. I'll find another private secretary..."

"I accept!" I answered excitedly. Don't worry about your pride and mom's permission; the important thing is that I can hold myself from the lust of Satan.

Eh, but if you live with a handsome guy like this, can you resist?