When I've Glowed Up
# 12. Resignedly
The clock bell sounds.
Quickly Belva cleaned up her things.
"What are you doing?" Bams asked when he saw Belva tidying up his things.
"Because I want to go home, sir." Answer Belva.
"Well, don't you see my work is still piling up. You want to go home." Dumel Bams's.
"Keep I must remain here so, accompany you, sir?" Tanya Belva was full of emphasis.
Bams did not answer, he instead looked at Belva's face to make Belva wrong.
"Ekhem...why look at me like that, sir?" Belva asked wrongly.
"During the time you didn't meet, you changed a lot huh." Bams replied with a gaze that had not yet turned away from Belva's face.
"So you want Mister, I have to be the old Belva, right?"
"No. I love you like that." Bams replied while shaking his head.
Blushes. Belva's face flushed to Bams' response.
"But it would be nice if your attitude like this you apply to those who oppress you only, not to me, your boss!" Bams said again firmly.
Just as Belva blushed in embarrassment at Bams' words, her face instantly turned three hundred and sixty degrees upon hearing Bams' next words.
"Don't go home before my work is done." Bams Command.
"But sir, my working hours are over." Belva Protests.
"There is a term for overtime. Yes this is your overtime." Bams said he would not lose.
"Haish.." growled Belva.
"Have you changed your personality since becoming President? So a sniper?!" Dumel Belva's.
"What am I bullying?"
"Hold down my time. If I'm overtime, it's the same as reducing my downtime, sir!" Answer Belva.
"That's the Belva job risk. Do you think I like to reduce my downtime by working?" Ask Bams.
"Actually it could be an hour or two before my work-home time. But I didn't because I knew I was doing that, just as I wasn't responsible for the job I was in." Bams.
"The President's job is not as good as you think Belva is. You see these sheets of paper. Do you think this sheet of paper means nothing? These sheets are the lives of hundreds of thousands of people who work in Simeon's Group. If I ignore these sheets, it's the same as ignoring the lives of hundreds of thousands of people who work in Simeon's Group." Said Bams again.
"Sorry sir, I do not mean to underestimate the work of the President. It's just..."
"What only?"
"Only, today I want to find your boarding house." Answer Belva.
Chequek. Suddenly the door to Bams's office opened.
Belva and Bams looked at the door.
"Are you today also overtime Young Master?" Ask Mr. Adrian to Bams.
"Yes Uncle." Answer Bams.
"Will Miss Belva come overtime with you?" Ask Mr. Adrian again.
"For sure." Answer Bams.
"But Sir..."
"Don't argue Miss, remember the signed agreement." Mr. Adrian said with great emphasis.
"It's okay." Replied Belva resignedly while sighing in length.
"First I would like to inform you that the Grand Lady is leaving tonight from Country J here. And the second one is for Miss Belva." Answer Mr. Adrian.
"For me? My why?" Belva asked confusedly.
Mr. Adrian walked up to Belva and gave the card which was the key to the apartment to Belva.
"This what?" Ask Belva.
"This is the key to your apartment, miss." Answer Mr. Adrian.
"Well?!" Belva's eyes widened, his mouth gaping.
"Your apartment is under the apartment of Young Master Bramasta. Mr. Simeon deliberately gave this apartment to you, to make it easier for you to do your duties as a personal secretary to Mr. Bramasta. You know what Miss Belva is for a private secretary?"
Belva shook her head.
Seeing Belva shake his head, Mr. Adrian smiled and pulled out a piece of paper containing Belva's duties.
"This is Miss, read it. There is everything written that you have to do as the Young Master's personal secretary. Starting from the morning until Young Master returns to his apartment." Said Mr. Adrian.
Belva picked up the piece of paper and began to read what was written on the piece of paper.
"Whaaaaat???!" Shocked Belva when reading the first and second points.
1. Awaken the Young Master and prepare the Young Master's work clothes.
2. Prepare breakfast, whether it is made by yourself or purchased. The important thing is that when Young Master comes down from his room, breakfast must be served at the dinner table.
Of the two points, Belva is indirectly asked every day to enter the Bams apartment unit.
Although the first and second points have made Belva shock, Belva still continues to read the entire point.
"Sorry Mr. Adrian. Isn't all this written work a personal assistant? I'm just a secretary."
"Secretary of the Miss." Sir Adrian added.
"Young Master has no personal assistants. So as his secretary, then you are the one we trust to concurrently become the Young Master's personal assistant. Moreover, you and Young Master have already known each other." Said Mr. Adrian again.
"But Mr.." Belva protested, Bams interrupted Belva's conversation with Mr. Adrian.
"I agree with Uncle that Belva helped me take care of my personal needs." Sela Bams's.
Belva's eyes widened to hear Bams' words.
"Blweee." Bams stuck out his tongue mocking Belva because he knew she was getting upset with him.
"You have heard Miss, Young Master only agrees that you are his secretary and personal assistant. So do your job well and professionally Miss." Said Mr. Adrian.
"Yes, but I disagree." Jerit Belva in the heart.
"Well, sir." Replied Belva resigned while sighing.
"I'll excuse you then. Please continue your overtime. I'm sorry I can't accompany you, because I have to wait for the arrival of the Big Lady." After saying that, Mr. Adrian also resigned from the Bams workspace.
"Hey, why is your face like that? You should be happy to have a free place to stay." Bams.
"Free what if every day I have to take care of you!!" Gerricks Belva in heart.
"Let's get on with work. Would you like to order something for a snack?" Ask Bams.
"As far as you are, sir." Replied Belva limp, he still could not accept the tasks given by Mr. Adrian.
"alright. Then I'll order pizza, what? After work, I bought you a meal at a restaurant. Wanna?"
"As far as you are, sir." Replied Belva still with the same tone and face.
The insensitive Bams took out his phone and ordered pizza from an app.
Seriate...