My Poor Secretary's
The Part 34
“Aldirch sat here first, yes.” Danzel landed the little boy on his couch. Then looked at Gwen who was standing behind him. “You also wait next to your son, soon Steve will prepare your desk.”
“Good, Mr.” Gwen swung her legs towards the place her new boss had appointed.
The call made Danzel exhale. “Why do you call me master again, have I told you to call my name,” protest. He counted already more than three times Gwen called him that way. He's not comfortable with that.
“I feel disrespectful when employees call their superiors regular names,” explained Gwen expressed her reason for calling master. “I don't want any gossip circulating if it's presumptuous to call you Danzel,”.
“Gossip is a fact that is spread widely, so it does not matter also if many news are heard by my employees about us,” Timpal Danzel while sitting on a special sofa for one person.
“I mean not a fact circulating, but a accusation of misinterpretation about us,” Gwen err.
“If it's slander.”
“Yes, that's what I mean, I don't want any slander. So let me call you sir,” pinta Gwen.
“As far as you are, definitely don't call me that when outside the office. I don't want any restrictions like superiors and subordinates with you.” Danzel relented, arguing with Gwen turned out to be difficult as well.
Gwen simply replied with a smile without a word.
“Excuse me, Sir. I'd like to enter a chair.” Steve asked Danzel for permission. His hand had already pulled a place to sit Gwen.
“Put it.”
Steve put the secretary's office chair into the CEO's office. And out again to move the computer. Only then did he put in a fairly heavy table by carrying it alone. His fate has a boss who is in love, making him have to lift heavy weights in the morning. His breath looks dull.
“One minute gold you, Steve,” reprimand Danzel.
“Ck! Steve ...!” reprimand Danzel by glaring at her assistant. “There are young children, be careful if you say.”
Steve roars horses. “Sorry, keceplosan. Besides my sentence is ambiguous, a child as small as he seems not to understand.”
Gwen, who had just been a listener, cleared her throat. “Do you need help?” ask Steve for the two men to stop debating adult-only talks.
“No, I can do it myself,” reject Steve. Though he wanted to say yes, but massage because sore. But not so, he chose to look for safety because Danzel had glared at him.
“Alright, but if you change your mind, just say so. I will help you,” Gwen replied sincerely. It feels uncomfortable, it has been in working hours but he is still relaxing there like the wife of the owner of the company.
Steve did not respond anymore because his boss who was now starting to possessive was looking at him very sharply. He chose to position the table near the wall facing Danzel's desk.
“Is it right here, Mister?” ask Steve.
Danzel seemed to think and see the position of the table. “No, try you move there,” the door points to another corner.
Steve obeyed Danzel's orders, lifting the tool again with four legs. “Already?”
“Not yet, try next to my work desk.”
Steve exhaled, but kept on complying. His fate due to being a subordinate, could not avoid the task. Even more sadly, he had already moved the table twenty-five times, but none of them were suitable. “Master, you're pranking me, huh?” guess it.
Danzel raised her eyebrows justifying and could only be understood by Steve alone. He did deliberately do that because his assistant talked to Gwen for more than three minutes. But his mouth said differently. “No, why do I prank you,” his elak so that the woman of his heart does not judge him bad.