JORDAN
Chapter 4's

Lionara stared at the skyscraper in front of him with a raging feeling. CHRISTOPHER’S CORPS. Repeatedly he saw a business card belonging to a man who was willing to pay his debt it—

if he doesn't address it wrong. But for the umpteenth time the location where he stands now is true, that the building in front of him is the property of the foreign man, after that he had also asked the security guard who was there.

Two days had passed, he tried to undo the intention to come to this place. Trying his hardest he went around looking for a job but the results remained the same. He was rejected for almost the same reasons— did not have a final diploma until SHS, while he was only a graduate of JHS. Successful work he can only be about washing and ironing clothes from several houses and re-picking used items. But the wages of such odd jobs until at any time will never be enough to pay the debt. Not to mention when delivering Leon to the school earlier, he was given a warning letter to immediately pay the administrative costs of Leon who had been in arrears four months. If it is not immediately paid within this month, the school will immediately remove Leon from the school.

Recalling all that unknowingly Lionara squeezed the powerful business card in her hand. He has no other choice. Either whatever the requirements that will be submitted by the foreign man he is ready, even if he has to sacrifice his pride. Lionara has resigned if indeed later his body will be sacrificed. Destiny has always been

it was always this cruel to him, urging him to be almost helpless again.

Lionara walked in the lobby is very spacious— too wide to make Lionara looks clear very village because it continues to look up to pay attention around, many eyes looking at him in wonder or arguably impressed mocking. Maybe because his clothes are very shabby, far exceeding the standards of the people who are here. White t-shirts wrapped outside long-handed shirt that is not buttoned with sleeves that are rolled up to the elbow, jeans that have a tear on the knee and worn convers shoes. Medium long wavy hair in a horse tie.

“Good day, can I help you?” ask one of the women behind the reception desk.

“Yes, I want to meet the person on this business card” Lionara replied a little clumsy while handing over a business card that was slightly muddled due to the squeeze of his hand earlier.

The woman accepted it and immediately read the name on it. Then somehow the woman in front of him raised an eyebrow, watching Lionara from top to bottom.

“Master Jordan Matthew Christopher. Are you sure you want to meet him?”

Lionara nodded, “Iya. Can I meet him?”

“You have made an appointment with Mr Jordan's secretary to meet?”

Lionara nodded slowly,

“Sorry, miss, to meet with Mr. Jordan, you must make an appointment first. Please come back if you have done it.”

“But the person himself who asked me to come to this place,” unconsciously Lionara said high.

The woman in front of him let out a rough sigh, “You must follow the procedures that already exist. He is the owner of this company. Not just anyone who could meet him if not important people!”

“This is really important. Please let me meet him” Lionara pinta still insist.

The woman in front of Lionara turned a puffed-up eyeball. Started to eliminate the sweet face that he had shown. “Please leave now, before I call security officer.”

“I won't leave before meeting him!”

The woman looked at Lionara cynically, starting to lose her temper. Lionara was unmoved, unaffected by the woman's change. Then the woman was busy picking up the phone and putting it on the right ear. Lionara is still trying to think positively, maybe the woman is calling a line of men she will meet. But it seems he was wrong. Shortly after the woman put down the phone, two guards came and immediately blocked each hand, about to force him out.

Lionara closed his eyes, the swearing in his head was ready to slide— berated the brash woman in front of him. “What the fuck?! I won't get out of here before meeting that guy named Jordan!” snapped Lionara rebelled strongly amid the forced pull of the two large-bodied security guards. Her voice which

that loudness made them the center of attention of the people there. But Lionara doesn't care about that. He continued to rebel, escaping.

“Cooperate Miss! Before you we report to the authorities because it has made a scene in this place!” snapped one of the guards who began to run out of patience. This girl is strong.

“I don't care!” lionara shouted back. The frustration filled his head until it broke.

“What is this?” the heavy voice of a man managed to make the atmosphere there suddenly quiet.

Those who have worked there know very well who the owner of the heavy voice is. The look in their eyes instantly turned horrified to see the man who was walking closer with incredible calm. The check of the two guards holding Lionara had loosened, and it gave Lionara some relief.

“Mr Jordan,” the two guards immediately bowed their heads in salute

“What's up?” jordan asked again

“This girl insists on meeting you. Said you yourself asked her to come here.” One of the guards.

Silent. Jordan stepped closer to stand right in front of Lionara who was still down. Both hands were put in his pants pocket.

“Really?” said Jordan “lift your head.” his word later

Silence moment. But slowly then Lionara looked up— stared right at the iris firmly belonging to the towering man before him.

Their beads meet each other. It was as if time had stopped in place, when the owner's gaze of green eyes and blue eyes were locking onto each other for some time.

Greeny Eye's…

The last time Jordan remembered him was when he looked at the skinny girl clad in a mens maid outfit at the club in a low-light atmosphere. The green eyes were not too obvious, but this time he could clearly see how green the girl's bead was. Somehow in his view it looked so beautiful and very similar to someone he loved so much.

Jordan's gaze turned to scan the entire appearance of the woman. Her body was petite and thin like a teenager, but this was a woman who was already quite mature. His appearance is tomboyish, but somehow the proportion of the parts of his face looks so perfect, combined in a heart-shaped face with a tiny taper chin.

For a moment Jordan was blown away, but he blinked his eyes to regain consciousness.

“Are you the guy who owns that business card?” lionara asked doubtfully. Honestly, he was holding his breath in front of him. Lionara did not expect that the man who would help her was the man who hit her a few days ago.

“Hm, apparently you have taken the decision to meet me” he said flatly. Then his gaze turned to the two guards who were still holding Lionara “let him go. I asked him to come here” he said later

Stuttering, the two guards immediately released Lionara's hand. The two again bowed in shame because they had made a mistake— detained the guest who awaited their leader.

“Cute me. We talked in my room” without waiting for the answer the girl Jordan stepped away and was immediately followed by Lionara from behind.

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“So you are willing to accept my help?” Jordan crossed his chest, staring intensely at Lionara who was sitting looking stiff across the table.

“I have no other choice” sahut Lionara flat “live only, what do you want from me to pay the loss I made?”

Jordan thins lips. This girl turned out to be the kind that could not speak stale. Flat and cold. Not showing any interest in her at all like other women do when dealing with her. They will usually be fascinated, smile shyly and then easily give themselves up to be slept with by him.

Jordan had grown accustomed to acceptance, accustomed to the adoration of all those who wanted to get his attention. But the woman in front of him was very different. Though it was clearly him who wanted to be helped by her, but the attitude of this girl did not show at all someone who expected mercy.

How interesting! Inner Jordan

“Alright because you seem to be ready with our negotiations, then I will not linger anymore,” Jordan lowered his body, put his two fingers together on the table—while his eyes stared intently at the green bead of Lionara

“I want a child from your womb.”

Silence, the two of them did not make a sound to each other. Jordan still with his unreadable gaze, looked at Lionara who was still in a calm sitting position as if unaffected by the sentence he just said.

“How?” jordan asked in the end, breaking the magical atmosphere that had been created between the two.

“Why should a child from my womb? Can't you get it from women who have the same degree as you? I am sure you do not lack such women. While I, very far below your standard” Lionara paused, then sighed softly. It feels very heavy to continue the next unwanted sentence, “I am willing you sleep for one night, but without involving a child.”

Lionara said it in one breath that was so calm. But contrary to the reaction of his tightly clenched hand—so cold that his knuckles turned white. Jordan noticed that. In his heart he laughed at this woman's courage, deep down he was very resisting.

“I just want to do something different and more challenging” Jordan puts on a relaxed shoulder “I'm not interested in fucking women one night. This time I want to donate my quality seeds that have been wasted, to the womb of the woman I chose. It would be very interesting if later I have a mini version of me” Jordan bright so relaxed with a smile that expands without sin.

“If so you can find another woman.” Lionara is cold. He immediately stood up—turned towards the exit and just had his hand held the door knob, the heavy sound behind him managed to make his body stiffen

“So?” Jordan stood up, staring at the back of Lionara “turns out you prefer to pay your considerable debt and sacrifice your sister who is likely to drop out of school soon because of the administration that is delinquent.”

“You investigated me?” furious Nara—turned staring coldly at Jordan.

“To keep watch,” once again Jordan said it so casually

“Actually what do you want?!” Lionara emphasized her tone. Really, being reminded of Leon makes it frustrating.

“Married and produced a child with me. That’s it.”

To be continued

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