
Vivian is forced to make a cup of coffee for her new boss, a feeling of arrogance enveloping her. A moment later, he smiled as he thought of the idea to prank Rayyan.
A cup of coffee ready to be made, knocking on the door of the boss room with a sweet smile on his face. Laying a cup of coffee slowly on Rayyan's desk made the man a little suspicious but dismissed his bad thoughts. "Please have a drink" Vivian always smiled, leaving Rayyan fascinated.
Vivian flicked her finger in front of Rayyan to wake her up from the daydream. "Drink while warm" he said, as Rayyan regained consciousness and quickly changed her expression.
"I hope you didn't poison me." Rayyan looked at the beautiful woman like she was introgating like a criminal.
"Ck, what's the obvious look on my face?" Vivian Protest.
"Let's see, what if we prove it."
"She seems to suspect me! oh my god, I'm finished," muttered Vivian inwardly, trying to cover up the look of uneasiness to not arouse the suspicion of her boss.
"Don't suspect me that," said Vivian.
"Huh, you're making me more confident with that assumption."
"Do as you please, I'd better get back to my room." Vivian wanted to step out of the room, but Rayyan blocked her hand.
"You can't go, get that coffee. I want to see his reaction" urged Rayyan.
"Take my hand, I'll prove the false accusation."
"All right." Rayyan released Vivian's hand grin with a grin.
Vivian was forced to gulp down the coffee inside the cup that was on her boss' desk, her expression unable to cover up when her tongue seemed to go numb. A very thick salty taste makes it spurt the coffee in his mouth to come out, while Rayyan pulls one of his lips up.
"Suddenly I don't want to drink it, because I'm kind, then you can spend it."
"Damn, this is what is called the master's feeding weapon," Vivian's inner self who cursed her fate.
"No, thank you. I'd better go first!" he stepped out of the room in a hurry.
Rayyan smiled revealing white and neat teeth, seeing the departure of Vivian who was holding back the irritation. "He looks funny when it's like that" he muttered as he shook his head.
Back struggling with the laptop screen and back to work work that was delayed.
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On the other hand there is Kenzi who is sitting among clients, while Amar explains about the project that will be lived. Describe data to make some clients interested in investing in his company. As the boss, he only paid attention and spoke when it came to the project.
Amar is very enthusiastic in explaining, making some clients like the way the delivery of the assistant is easy to understand. He resumed his next presentation, explaining it straightforwardly. Until everyone was very surprised, not because of the results of the presentation, but a photo of Kenzi and Abian who did not have bald hair. The clients whispered to each other about it, some held smiles, and also photographed it.
"Geez, I didn't expect Mr. Kenzi to have no hair. Just like porcelain goes," whispered one of his clients.
"You're right, it looks like you're complaining" the client next to him replied in a whisper.
Amar, who was curious about the look on everyone's face, turned around. He was very surprised a few seconds later laughing out loud because he could not hold it any longer, the initial tense atmosphere back liquid thanks to the smart assistant owned by Kenzi.
"How dare he laugh at me in front of everyone, I will teach him a lesson he can't forget" Kenzi's perfectly clenched mind as well as a sharp gaze that continued to point towards the target. Amar could see how Kenzi looked at him and was silent for a moment, "come out of me" the grimacing Amar's inner self.
"I'm sorry, it's best that this meeting just gets here. You can go" said Kenzi, who was deeply ashamed of the incident. One by one they left the room and left Amar and himself, sharp gazes that seemed to want to tear his assistant's body apart.
"Close!" kenzi Order. Amar obeyed him and walked over, but the assistant's fate was very unlucky as Kenzi clamped his head very hard.
"That's the result if you dare to laugh at me, from now until the next three months, your salary will be cut by twenty percent" said Kenzi who raised his voice.
"WHAT? Don't do that, sir. How do I pay off my home and car?" Whine Amar who knelt down, hoping that the boss did not cut his salary.
"I'm not a god you can worship, get up!"
"No, before you change that decision" Amar refused.
"No, get out of my sight." Kenzi threw Amar's hand which touched his leg and passed away leaving the poor assistant.
"Ah no, if only I resisted the temptation not to laugh. But it was very funny" muttered Amar who changed his sad expression back to laughing.
While on the other side, they berkos ria while carrying out the mission completely. "That's the result if you dare to fight me," said someone who is none other than Niki, he recalled when Kenzi had pranked him.
"Your idea is brilliant, but I'm sure that Uncle Kenzi won't be silent" Alex said.
"Think of that later, we better celebrate this success. I want to be there and see Kenzi's stupid face" Niki said.
"You guys do it again? Didn't Daddy tell you not to prank people anymore and you promised to" interrupted the man standing at the door, leaning his back and folding both hands in front of his chest. The three boys turned their attention to the origin of the sound.
"Why did Daddy come home from work?" niko asked who distracted her father.
"Ck, don't switch the conversation."
"Well, we forgot that important part. We promise not to be naughty again, and if we repeat the same thing it means we forget" said Niki who made El remember the same words when he made a mistake as a child.
"Heh, it's the same as making a false promise."
"NIKI, NIKO, ALEX.exit you three." The extremely loud voice echoed throughout the room, while the one who felt his name being summoned immediately hid into an unexpected place.
"Damn it, we got caught!" niko.
"I didn't do anything, but why did my name get dragged along, too" Alex said.
"Just talk to us later, Dad, there's an urgent situation that we can't leave." The three children ran very quickly in search of a suitable hiding place.