Chapter 2 Roses and Red Dress

Some scenes of movies present a romantic spectacle where a man hugs his woman in a dark room as Mr. Malik did today. In the scene, they were looked happy enjoying their moment together.

Well, if I were Mr. Malik's lover, naturally I would be very happy with his behaviors at that moment. Sadly, he was not my lover, so the act of him hugging me in the elevator shouldn't have been done because it's really immoral.

PERVERTED BASTARD!

Deep in my heart I wanted to rebel and shout loudly, but my head still expended logic to think. Too much movement would just waste energy. In addition, we had to save oxygen, not to spend it on unnecessary things.

In order to save myself from the attack of a man who had no morals, I had to hit Mr. Malik's nape of the neck so that he fall unconscious. Attacking in a subtle way was the key so that he wouldn't suspect this incredible plan of mine.

The first step begins by touching the chest, then moving up along the neck ....

Umm ... wait a minute. There was something wrong with him.

Mr. Boss was sweating a lot, his breath was short, and his hands were shaking violently. Something bad has happened to the man who is the heir of Pelisia.

I grabbed my mobile phone immediately, then turned the flashlight on. It could be seen that Mr. Malik's face was pale as death. Without wasting any moment, I took his tie off, then unbuttoned a few of his clothes so that he could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sit down please, Sir," I said.

I took the handkerchief that was in Mr. Malik's coat pocket and used it to wipe the sweat off the weak and helpless Mr. Malik's body. Afterwards, I hugged the CEO of Pecitra tightly, letting him lean on my shoulders that was not so wide.

"It's okay ...." I patted Mr. Malik's back gently and stroked him a few times.

"Everything will be fine ... everything will be okay." I rubbed his hair several times.

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"How are you feeling? I'd like to cancel your appointment with Miss Rosiana if you're still feeling uncomfortable." We were both already in the car.

Luckily, the elevator technician came soon after I pressed the help button so we could get out of there quickly.

"Just do as it planned," he spoke.

"Yes, Sir. As your wish." I put on a seat belt for the boss.

Ah, this guy just made me nervous. Although he once seemed deeply troubled, but then he carried himself like a virtuous man, as though the past never occurred.

"Sir, could you stop the car by the nearest mall, please? " I asked Mr. Budi, the driver who drove us to the restaurant.

I needed to buy Mr. Malik a new shirt because there was a lipstick stain on his white shirt. It was left there when this handsome man hugged me in the elevator.

If I had known such an embarrassing incident would happen, I definitely wouldn't have used lip color that easily fades when applied to other objects.

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According to a survey conducted in the United States, one in three women liked men who wore jeans and a white shirt on their first date.

"How?" Mr. Malik asked for his opinion on his appearance after trying on clothes in the fitting room.

Fascinating!

Only that word was aptly used to describe himself at that moment. It turned out that the survey I read was also true. I did hope the Boss succeeded in his date.

"Good, it's a good fit for you." I took out a credit card from the company. "I'll pay first, Sir."

"Wait!" Mr. Malik grabbed my hand.

"Try to wear this one!" He pointed to a long red dress with a high slit up to the thigh.

Wait what?!

Red dress ... high cleavage ... I thought he didn't aware that his blind date partner was not me.

Alright, I kept my mind in a positive vibe. I thought he wanted to give that dress to Miss Rosiana but was worried whether the dress would look good for or not, so he asked me to give it a try.

"I bought that one as well," Mr. Malik said to the employees of the clothing store where we were.

There was no reason to doubt that he satisfied with the secretary's performance, who else but me, Alba Ayuningtyas. I prayed that the man would fall in love with the person who wearing the red dress that he gave.

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We arrived at the restaurant I rented for Mr. Malik. Before getting out of the car, I checked again how the CEO of Pecitra looked. Starting from the hairstyle, neatness of clothes, shoes, watch, even his body scent.

After checking everything, I added a magical touch by opening the second button from the top of Mr. Maliks so that Miss Rosiana could see how beautiful and seductive chest of his.

"Wait a minute, Sir," I asked.

I got out of the car to the trunk to pick up the bouquet of red roses that had been prepared and the dress that we bought when we stopped by the clothing store before we got the restaurant and then handed these two weapons of love to Mr. Malik.

No one other than the employee greeted us at the entrance. We were directed to the table that had been ordered. Before Mr. Malik sat down, I pulled a chair for him like I always do.

In order for the date of Mr. Boss to go well, communication with the person in charge of the restaurant must be maintained to ensure that everything is done according to plan. Romantic music, good food, and fireworks show, everything had to be perfect.

Mr. Malik looked at his watch. "Why hasn't she come yet?"

I smiled widely. "Because we arrived 30 minutes earlier than the promised time, Sir."

Mr. Malik turned his body. "Alba, you know I don't like to wait, don't you?"

"Of course, Sir. However, you have to do it for the sake of your future partner. One of the keys to keeping your relationship with your partner lasting is patience." I poured plain water and gave it to him.

"I understand." He drunk the plain water.

He just believed what I said. It seemed that the water I gave him effectively keeps his emotions in calm. I didn't give him a spell, you know.

Since Mr. Boss had no complaints, I could go out of room to find another place to have dinner. REMEMBER! No matter how hard we work from morning to night, the well-being of our stomach should still be a top priority.

"Where are you going?" He asked, stopping my footsteps that had ignited a fiery spirit to leave the Boss alone.

"I am going out to have dinner, Sir." I replied to him as it was.

"If you want to have dinner, you just need to sit in one of the chairs. Why do you have to go outside?" He looked at me with a questioning glance.

I wondered why he asked so much that day. He was going on a date so he should have let me go. If I continued to stay there, I would definitely turn into a mosquito.

He pointed to one of the chairs in the restaurant with a movement of his eyes. "You're not waiting for me to carry you sitting there, are you?"

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