Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"It's morning, Ainsley. What do you want to take to the office? It's less than thirty minutes until you get to the office. Why did you blow my motorcycle tire last night?" Alena grumbled how many times this morning. It was because we were both late getting up, and no vehicle would take us to the office.

"The tire puncture wasn't on purpose. Don't worry, I'll pay the bill for the tire patch," I said.

"It's not a matter of money, Ansley, but a matter of discipline. If we didn't have a motorbike like today, we could be late. You know, when we were late yesterday, we were given a lot of work punishment? , Ainsley."

"You try calling Jason. Maybe he can pick up," I suggested changing the topic, so Alena wouldn't talk about the office. My head hurts when I think about work.

"Jason doesn't have a car."

"You'll go with Jason later," I said.

"Then what about you?" asked Elena.

"I can order a taxi."

"You can be late if you have to wait for a taxi, Ainsley."

I exhaled harshly. "I hope not."

We walked out of Alena's boarding complex, towards the gate. According to the agreement earlier, I will order a taxi, and Alena asked to be picked up by Jason.

"Hurry up and call Jason. I'm ordering a taxi right now," I said when I arrived at the gate of the boarding complex.

"Okay."

Not yet managed to get a taxi, suddenly a white luxury car stopped in front of us. Suddenly both I and Alena both looked at the car.

"Ainsley, do you want the boss to pick you up?" whispered Alena.

"No! That's impossible!" I argued.

"Then why is the boss's car here?"

"I do not know!"

I and Alena were silent after seeing the owner of the car getting out of his car, and now walking towards us.

"Good morning," Brian greeted with a small smile.

"Morning, sir," replied Alena in an awkward tone, while I was silent.

"You want to go to the office, right?" asked Alena's boss. Eh, my boss too, but I don't want to admit it.

"Y-yes, sir." Only Alena returned to answer.

"Then let's go with me. I'm giving you a free ride this morning," said the boss, which irritated me.

"Thanks, sir, but we've already ordered a taxi. It'll be here in a minute." This time it was I who spoke.

Alena nudged my arm, then whispered again. "It's not that you haven't got the taxi you ordered, have you?"

"Shut up! Think of this as a gentle refusal." I whispered.

"But, it's already noon. Office hours start in twenty minutes, and the taxi you ordered hasn't arrived yet, right? So it's better if you just come with me." the boss wants to force it too. This is the first time I met a CEO who forced his employees to go together. Isn't he afraid of his self-worth collapsing?

"Okay, Sir. No taxi has come, Sir. You happened to be passing by and gave me a ride. So, Ainsley and I decided to just go with your car." said Alena.

I stepped on Alena's foot, making her moan in pain.

"No sir. Thanks again for the offer, but...."

"I don't like being denied! Are you coming with my car, or do you want me to fire you?"

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Back in this car, unfortunately, made me remember what happened last night. Especially now that I'm sitting next to her again because Alena doesn't want to sit in the front. As a result, I had to give in, even though there had been an argument, and ended up with the boss telling me to sit beside the wheel.

I've been just quietly listening to the small talk from Alena and her boss. I didn't want to talk at all. Too lazy to talk to your ex!

"Alena, do you know that I was dating Alula?" what are you doing, the boss asked. Just put me in a bad mood.

"B-know, sir."

Gaza nodded. "Then I hope you can keep this a secret. Don't let the office people find out."

"S-well, sir."

"And you too, Alula... I hope you too can keep this a secret."

"Hey, who wants to tell people. It's like I don't have enough work to do," I said curtly.

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"Ainsley, I didn't believe it, you know, that you're Brian's ex. All your ex-boyfriends, I know. But, after last night I saw you and Mr. Brian kissing in the car, and what Mr. Brian said earlier, made me believe that You are indeed Mr. Brian's ex-girlfriend," Alena said as we walked into the office lobby.

"Shhh... shut up! Someone's going to hear. Wasn't that told not to tell anyone?"

Alena rolled her eyes.

The elevator opens. I and Alena immediately went inside. Luckily there were only the two of us, usually, when it was noon like this, we would jostle in the elevator with other employees.

"I also don't believe it, Len, that Brian is my ex. In terms of position he is the CEO, even though when I was dating, I knew he worked in a workshop," I said.

"Working in a workshop? Seriously, Mr. Brian is Mr. Abraham Alexander's son, the owner of this company," said Alena.

"What? The son of the owner of this company?" I asked a little shocked. Alena nodded.

Oh, yes, Brian's full name, right is Brian Alexander, and the name of this company is Alexander Corp. But how do I know that Brian is the son of the owner of this company? If I had known, I certainly would not have applied for a job here.

"But, actually he used to claim to work in a workshop, Len. I was also invited to the workshop where he worked," I said.

"Maybe he didn't want to tell you his true identity this time."

"But why?"

"Why do you even ask me anyway. How would I know."

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It seems that Mrs. Indira, the head of this division, idolizes me. The proof is, lately he has often given me a lot of tasks, even though they can still be delegated to other employees in this division.

One report I finished working on. It's time to take her to Mrs. Indira's room, and hopefully, nothing needs to be revised.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," I said as soon as I entered Mrs. Indira's room. Don't worry, I've knocked on the door before, and I've been invited in too.

"Yes. What's wrong, Alula?"

"I'd like to hand over the report I've been working on, ma'am."

"Oh, fine. Please have a seat, I'll check it out for a bit.

I sat in the chair right in front of Mrs. Indira. There was a table in the middle of us, which became Mrs. Indira's great table. On this table, I saw a picture frame. The photo shows the pose of Mrs. Indira which I estimated when she was in her twenties. Then, there is a photo of a middle-aged couple, which I can guess if they are Mrs. Indira's parents. And, there's another guy who looks like Brian, but I can't guess who it is.

"Okay, Alula. I accept your report, and please you go back to work."

Haha... relieved. Finally, there is no need for revision.

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"Guys... last time I went to Mrs. Indira's room, I saw a photo on her desk. It's like a family photo. Then, one of the photos looks like Mr. Brian" I said to my three friends consisting of Alena, Tere, and Jason. We are currently having lunch at a restaurant opposite the office.

"You mean Mr. Abraham?" asked Tere.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm a new employee."

"If it looks like Mr. Brian, it means Mr. Abraham. His father is Mr. Gaza," said Jason.

"Then, what does that have to do with Mr. Brian?" I'm starting to want to know. I saw Alena giving me a seductive look.

"That Mrs. Indira is Mr. Abraham's sister. Which means Mr. Brian's aunt." This time it was Alena who explained. "Why are you asking questions? Starting to have a crush, right, Mr. Brian?" Alena is good at acting, she pretends to tease me. Yet he knew the truth.

Because my three friends were looking at me probingly at the same time, I became embarrassed.

"What the hell! Who has a crush on a fierce boss like Mr. Brian? Like no one else," I said.

"But if you have a crush, it's okay too. I support it." Damn Alena!

"No!" I argued.

"If you have a crush on Mr. Brian, you will have many rivals in our office. One of them, here," said Jason, pointing at Tere.

"No! I'm just in awe of Mr. Brian. I don't really have a crush. After all, I'm still close to a guy." Tere dodged. "Just like Alena, I also support you and Mr. Brian, Ainsley. If you look around, you two are a perfect match."

My face is hot like that. "What is it!"

"If you don't want to be with Mr. Brian, do you want to be with me, Ainsley?" he asked. I saw Alena smile wryly. You know, he's been harboring feelings for Jason all this time.

"Eh? Are you, Jason? Sorry, you're not my type," I said.

"Then what type of man are you, Ainsley? Like Mr. Brian? If so, we'll help you get close to him," said Tere.

"Ish! No! Mr. Brian isn't my type either."

"Even though Mr. Brian is already a person with a perfect class character, Ainsley. You don't belong to your type yet," said Tere.

"Maybe Ainsley hasn't been able to move on from his ex-girlfriend," interrupted Alena who sounded like sarcasm at me. I glared at him. Instead of being afraid, Alena smiled teasingly at me.

"Guys ... look at three o'clock," Jason said. I and the others followed Jason's directions. Seen there ....

"Wow ... that's Mr. Brian. With that girl," said Alena.

"Isn't Mr. Beian often with that girl? Does that girl often go to the office too? Where does she stick? I wonder why Pak Gaza doesn't feel uncomfortable, she puts a model of a girl like her on it," said Tere.

"Yes, even though in the office there are many who are tired of Mr. Jason. Starting from Agnes, Angel, Rara. They can be called the prima donna of the office, but no one can beat Mr. Brian," explained Alena.

"Maybe Mr. Brian prefers a young girl. You can see, the girl looks like she is still in her early twenties. If I guessed it, the girl is still in college. Maybe Pak Gaza's taste is like that, not the aunties. like the office girls, you said earlier, Len." Jason thought.

I just listened to the words of my three friends. After all, I'm a new employee at the office, I don't understand what the office gossip has been all this time. On the one hand, I'm lazy to talk about Brian with the girl who was sitting with him. As I recall, it was the girl who bumped into me in the lobby the other day, which was also my first meeting with Brian, after three years of not seeing each other.

"Uh, guys, Mr. Brian turned his head this way," Tere whispered. All three of my friends looked away in unison. Those who were looking at Brian before, now they pretended to be busy themselves. On the other hand, I looked back at him. Unfortunately, our eyes met.

Brian broke our gaze, then turned to the girl in front of him, then held her hand on the table. Don't forget Brian smiled sweetly at the girl.

Seeing that, why does it feel like something is squeezing in the chest. Who is that girl? Is she Brian's lover?