BLIND DATE
Tristan forced
**Jarvis is surprised that Tristan invites Ara to their car. Because there was no discussion about this.
"The maintenance of his butut motorbike I leave it to you. Looks like I'm going to have a briefing as soon as I can with him" Tristan said. "key. I'll drive myself." Tristan asked for the key suddenly. This made Jarvis load for a moment. "Jarvis?" tristan's reprimand disperse the reverie of his secretary.
"Ah, yes Sir. Car keys?" Jarvis reached into his pocket and handed the car keys to his boss. Tristan's head looked towards the girl who was still standing outside the car.
"What are you doing? Come in" said Tristan.
"Good Sir." With swift and full of ambush misgivings, Ara opened the back door of the car. Then sit quietly. Tristan came in after that. Then immediately start the car somewhere. Along the way Ara just looked out the window. No talk at all. Even so, it was better for Ara than this man asking a lot of questions.
"Where's your house?" tristan asked surprisingly.
"Why are you asking that?" ask Ara beware.
"Jawab only. You have no right to ask. Your duty is to answer my question" Tristan said.
He is powerful. Because of my mistake about the date, I have no right to make her angry.
"Yes. In the area behind the city's large traditional market, sir. Turn that right," said Ara forced to elaborate.
"The slum." Hearing Tristan's response, thinning her lips in annoyance. That was an insult to him. But Ara did not want to bother with the insults. There he can live well. After insulting, the man did not turn his car towards his house. This guy just drove his car in the other direction.
"Traditional market there, sir," Ara said timidly.
"I know" said Tristan looking up at the rearview mirror above him. He saw the restlessness of the girl sitting on the back bench. The girl was surprised because the event to take her home did not match what was promised. "I have to go somewhere else first to discuss your new job." Ara's eyeballs, which had been looking out the window anxiously, were now looking ahead. Making Tristan who had seen Ara from the small rearview mirror above him, immediately moved his gaze in the other direction.
So he did want to make that temporary lover my job? Got an idea from where? ara grumbled in the heart.
Apparently a car is headed for a Japanese restaurant. It has greater privacy because it is inside the bulkhead that resembles a room in the Japanese country that uses the paper door. Ara as the one who never came to this kind of restaurant became confused. But he tried to be cool.
"Eat first. We have to talk a lot so you need energy for that" said Tristan, who began to take the food and put it in his mouth.
Ara looked at it for a moment. He was happy to see the food, but was his stomach also happy with the new food?
"Why?" tanya Tristan doesn't like it so it's not touched.
"I'm not used to this kind of food," said Ara pointing to the food that was in front of her.
"Familiarize that. Because grandfather really likes Japanese food like this," said Tristan without caring for Ara who was first seen with his eyes and head directly like this, japanese food mostly contains raw materials such as sushi and sashimi.
Getting used to? Me? He viciously said get used to it while I myself could not stand raw materials like this ...
"This includes exercises that are needed at any time when you are in your role. Your password," said Tristan. The last word as deliberately emphasized to denounce him.
"So I was recruited to be forced to be a liar?" lirih Ara that Tristan heard.
"No. I didn't recruit you. You just need to do it as a requirement I did not remove you from the list of interns in my company. It's punishment. It's obligation. Not coercion, okay?" firmly Tristan made Ara nod. "Taste this expensive food quickly." point the man out with his chopsticks.
Not about food, chopsticks alone have made Ara trouble. He could not imagine the hardship that he went through while continuing to serve the punishment given by Tristan.
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