Sensational Husband
Forty One
Azlan headed to Mr. Joan's room quietly. He can control himself even though he knows what Mr. Joan looks like. The cynical-faced director who never smiles. Although Azlan was once meritorious and saved Mr. Joan from big problems, but will his services still be seen if it is covered by one mistake? indigo a speck, lost milk a while, the saying almost becomes the right symbol for everyone.
Now what made Joan want to meet Azlan? Will he talk about the elevator? Or has he prepared a letter of dismissal? Or is Mr Joan currently clenching his hands because he wants to punch Azlan in the face? His daughter, who was supposed to be guarded by Azlan, becomes an easy target for Azlan. Maybe that sentence will be Mr. Joan's weapon to judge Azlan.
A myriad of questions flashed through Azlan's mind. Azlan's hand had already touched the main director's door handle. His chest rose along with the breath. Then the door swung and opened after he knocked on it.
Joan sat in her chair, turned her back to the door. Only the head is visible. Azlan's feelings began to be uncomfortable. His feet stepped in.
The door behind him closed automatically.
“Father call me?” Azlan approached the table. There were two seats in front of the director's desk, but he didn't want to sit on one of them. Counting, if Mr. Joan scolded him, he would quickly waltz away. Better to leave than serve his anger. Why did it become suudzon? No. gabe. He does not want suudzon. It's because of Arul, his mind is not care.
The director's chair still faces the glass that can directly connect with the view below when sitting there. The man in the chair was silent. Azlan's heart was getting uncomfortable. The attitude of Mr. Joan who likes the winds makes his head batok filled with many conjectures. Sometimes the good attitude of people is actually greeted with anger, even the wrong ones are sometimes silenced.
The seat moved and turned, now facing towards Azlan. Mr. Joan's eyes were sharp towards Azlan's eyes.
“There's something to talk about, Sir?” azlan asked after a long time Mr. Joan was silent in his frozen gaze.
Not answering, Joan shook her chair until it turned left and right. Then put his hands on the table and looked back at Azlan with a hard to interpret, sharp and piercing look.
Azlan was silent, what should he say? The work he received was thanks to the offer of Joan herself.
“I need your strength,” said Mr. Joan answered his own question. “So... Now I ask you to learn this and help me check it carefully. I trust you. I know you're smart and deft.”
Azlan let out a sigh of relief. It turns out about work. He thought, Mr. Joan would talk about Alexa.
“I'll do it soon. Immediately I will leave it to the Father if it is finished.”
“No need to rush, the important thing is right. That's aja.”
Azlan nodded. Grabbing a stack of paper in front of him, then pulling it closer to him. His forehead wrinkled when he found the writing on the front of the paper.
“But sir, it's not about Alexa. It's about..”
“Yaa.. That monthly report in and out of small company money my wife holds. Just work. Don't ask much.” Mr. Joan flicked her hands in any direction twice.
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