Chapter 3 List of Mr. Malik's Fault

I put a knife and fork in my hands because the restaurant turned off most of the room lights to create a romantic atmosphere for the main characters, Mr. Malik and Miss Rosiana. The music flowed beautifully accompanied by dim light accompanying the two of them who were on the dance floor.

Rosiana wore the white dress, she was looked stunning. She moved beautifully in harmony with Mr. Malik's movements. Under Mr. Malik's control, she spun attractively and they danced harmoniously until the music ended.

I was able to continue eating dinner after they finished dancing. My fatigue disappeared as I savored the rib-eye steak, cooked medium-rare. If I could enjoy this delicacy every day.

"Excuse me, ma'am, Mr. Malik asked us to bring the food to his table," said one of the restaurant employees.

What an idiot boss. What man in the world would take his secretary out to dinner while he was dating a girl? Besides, I didn't want everyone's efforts to be wasted because of that CEO's stupidity.

I turned my face away from the two of them. I simply signaled to Mr. Malik that I couldn't go there and then continued eating.

"Did someone put glue this chair?" The man who had been the target of the Pecitra workers' eye candy spoke right in front of me. I really didn't expect him to come here alone.

I shook my head to the left and back to the right.

"Why are you still here?" He was still unmoved from his spot.

"I don't want to ruin your date. Any woman would be disappointed if someone other than herself accompanied her partner." I prayed that God would give this man understanding.

"There are no other women in this room." He raised both hands up while shrugging his right shoulder.

This guy really got on my nerves. In his eyes, I was nothing more than a superego robot.

"Sir! No matter how you don't consider me as a woman, but the fact is that the gender on the ID card is written as a woman, the body that you are looking at is a woman. The soul contained in the body is also WOMAN." I wondered what would he say to overcome this fact.

"But..." Mr. Malik clenched his fists tightly. "There's no other woman here but you." He spoke without opening his mouth, only moving his lips.

I immediately stood up and turned around to verify what Mr. Boss had said. Sure enough, Rosiana was no longer sitting in her chair.

"Miss Rosiana... where did she go?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "How do I know."

"Why did she leave?" I couldn't believe Miss Rosiana just left for no reason.

"I don't know." Mr. Malik took my bag. "Maybe it's because I told her she wasn't fit for me." He led me to his table, where his dinner was served.

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The red roses I'd prepared for Mr. Malik's blind date ended up being scattered flowers that flooded my bathtub. The woman who was supposed to receive the bouquet left my boss without the flowers and red dress.

If Rosiana were just an ordinary woman, I wouldn't have bothered thinking about yesterday's incident. The problem was, she is the daughter of Mr. Wirawan, the Director of PT Onenabe, which remains a business partner of the Pelisia Group.

To maintain the good relationship that had existed between the two parties, I had no choice but to apologize on behalf of Mr. Malik, as he was reluctant to do so, regardless of the circumstances.

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I went to PT Onenabe with Rosiana's favorite cake. Devil Cake, a soft-textured cake with a rich chocolate flavor, is the perfect choice for chocolate cake lovers.

"Sorry, I don't have an appetite." Miss Rosiana refused the gift I brought without opening it first.

I swore she was lying. How could she not have an appetite when she saw her favorite cake? It was darker than other chocolate cakes because the dark chocolate reacted with the other acidic ingredients. The caramelization process also played a role in adding the dark color. It was truly mouth-watering.

"Do you know what I brought?" I won't give up so easily, for Pecitra's sake.

"Devil cake from Weloveu Bakery, right?" Rosiana rolled both of her eyeballs.

Huh. So she already knew.

"Then you know how sincere I am, right? To get this cake, I had to travel two hours from Jakarta to Bogor and back. I spent four hours on the road." I said.

Well, that was a lie. I actually bought the cake through a delivery service.

She grabbed my hand. "Tell me the truth. Did you come here of your own free will or on orders from your superiors?"

It was a tricky question to answer. I had to think clearly about what to say.

"Actually, Mr. Malik wanted to come see you alone. Unfortunately, he had a meeting that couldn't be rescheduled. That's why I came here on his behalf." I was one hundred percent sure this woman would melt.

"It seems like a very important meeting." She took a sip of her black coffee.

"But why didn't he bring his secretary with him?" She placed the cup on the table. "You're lying, right? He actually had no intention of meeting in person."

Judging from the way she spoke and his body language, it seemed like she could read other people's minds. I wondered if he was a psychic.

"That's not true. He really wants to see you," I denied.

Mr. Malik having me as his secretary was a blessing because I wouldn't let anyone see through his disguise. Don't get me wrong, I did this because he paid me for this job.

"Why would he want to see me? Want an apology? Don't expect him to get one!" Rosiana shouted softly, but it sounded like thunder.

I was really curious what the boss did to this woman that made her emotions explode uncontrollably like fireworks on New Year's Eve.

"I've never met a man as insolent as him in my entire life." Rosiana slammed the table.

Her eyes widened. "Do you know what he said last night? He said my nails were shaped like sunflower seeds." She held up her fingers.

Rosiana wore pointed, light black artificial nails with two vertical cream stripes along the edges and a hint of yellowish-white highlighter in the center. At first glance, her nails might look like sunflower seeds. However, this style has been well liked among young women. The fault was on with Mr. Malik. He simply didn't understand women's tastes.

"He also said that the shoes I wore last night had too high heels, if I fell while dancing, it would trouble him." Rosiana grasped my hand tightly. "They were only 10 cm heels, you know?"

Please tell me how to stop myself from gawking. The shoes were 10 cm high, and she just said 'only'? This woman oh so ....

"Do you know what else he said? 'If you get breast implants, don't get them too big, or you'll hunch over quickly,' he said!" Rosiana adjusted her sitting position and made sure she was sitting firmly." I got the 300cc ones, they're just the right size, you know?"

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