Okay, Boss!

"Argh!" Jeremy screamed, echoing everywhere. "You idiot, what are you doing?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"You stupid!" He pointed at the girl in front of him and asked angrily, "Who are you?"

"Me, sir?" asked the girl herself.

"Yes, you!" snapped Jeremy, a mature 32-year-old man. Handsome and cold. His gaze was sharp, as if it could draw a weapon.

"I--"

Before she could finish her sentence, someone opened the door. "Excuse me-" Shaun, the manager of the Golden Star, was stunned. He is not an angel or a man with a sixth sense who can immediately tell when his boss has an incident. Instead, he was shocked by Nesta's presence as he and Jeremy were discussing employee performance reports. --with his stupid face and Jeremy, the angry boss. She has a hunch that something terrible must have happened here.

"It's good you're here." Jeremy felt he could take his anger out on Shaun as well. "That idiot employee spilled hot coffee on my trousers!"

"I swear I didn't do it on purpose." The perpetrator's attempt at an explanation.

Shaun slapped his forehead. "Forgive her. She's a new employee here."

Jeremy, a CEO known to be handsome and cold. He came from a distinguished family, intelligent, young, and creative. God gave him many good things, so he became arrogant. Perfectionist, that's what he is. Don't try to make mistakes in front of him. "Fire her right now!"

"I'm sorry, sir." The offender tried to explain.

"Oh, my..." Shaun slapped his forehead. "Forgive her, sir. She's a new errand girl.

Jeremy snorted. "Fire her right now!"

Shaun looked at Nesta - the errand girl who had just spilled the coffee.

Nesta panicked. Yeah, just one day's work already fired?

Not to mention Mickey, who had been shoving various gifts down Nesta's throat. Her mother asked for a new nightgown and a cell phone, and her father secretly asked for leather shoes.

Hah! If she were to be fired, the hopes of the four commoners would vanish.

This cannot be allowed.

"Sir, I'm sorry." Nesta took a handkerchief and tried to clean the stains on Jeremy's pants.

"Where are your hands going?"

"Are you going to clean your pants?"

Good grief! Shaun shook his head.

Jeremy took a step back. "Don't try it, okay? You're not my wife. How dare you touch her!"

"Wife?" Nesta frowned in confusion. Is this what they call the fate of enslaved people? It always has to be corrected here and there.

"Get out of my room!"

"Huh?" Nesta's mouth fell open. She felt so stupid in this situation.

Shaun took control of the situation. "You go first, okay?"

"But, sir.

"All right, just get out first. I'll take care of this."

Nesta complied. She apologized to the bosses.

"Shit! Where did that girl come from?" asked Jeremy after Nesta closed the door.

"She's not, and we hired yesterday's employees, sir," Shaun explained.

"Then you take it lightly?"

"What?" Shaun refuses to accept Jeremy's accusations. Everything is called origin. He works overtime to choose the right employee. "You said yourself to choose the employee with the best test results. And this is the best, sir."

"The best ever!" Jeremy snapped. "You don't see. She spilled hot coffee all over this." Jeremy pointed to his pants. "Like trying on my future!"

Shaun just sighed.

After his emotions had calmed down a bit, Jeremy sat down in his office chair.

"Anyway, I don't want to know. A fire that employee today!"

Shaun took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We've fired a lot of employees, sir. If we fire him this time, it'll be Mr. Devil. She's still a new employee."

Jeremy was flustered. "You're the one I fired!"

Shaun gets a headache. "But, sir, besides that, he signed a contract with us yesterday. He has worked with us for at least a year. If he quits in the middle, we will fine him three months' salary. On the other hand, if we fire him for less than a year without cause, we will impose a fine of one hundred million.

Jeremy flinched. "Crazy! A hundred million? What idiot made that rule?"

"You made it yourself."

Damn it! Jeremy felt so stupid for such a rule. He was annoyed because he couldn't stop himself from firing annoying employees.

"So how?" Shaun asked, curious about Jeremy's decision.

The 32-year-old leaned back in his chair.

"How can you pick the wrong employee, Shaun? Normally you never hire the wrong employee."

Shaun was silent.

"Just think, it's only been one working day like this. You can't really choose it."

This time Shaun replied, "Well, weren't you the one who asked me to choose the employees according to your wishes?"

"My wishes, huh?" retorted Jeremy.

"You said to choose employees who are strong, hardworking, able to work, not weak, who are resilient when you are angry, who are not easily offended."

Jeremy rubbed his head as he listened to Shaun's explanation.

"When I took the test, Nesta answered closest to your criteria. Because she said she was used to situations like this." Shaun tapped on Jeremy's desk to get his attention. "She lives with his fussy stepmother."

"So you're saying I'm as picky as her stepmother?"

Shaun pursed his lips. Think for yourself!

Jeremy tried to remember. "Did I ask that?"

"I can show you the tape." Shaun picked up his cell phone. Shaun is always there because Jeremy is unstable. He has a good strategy for dealing with business projects. But his emotions are zero.

Often blamed, Shaun ends up strategizing. Whenever Jeremy gave him an order, he recorded it on his cell phone. As a backup, in case the boss "relapsed".

Jeremy hastily prevented. "No need. The important thing is from today on. I don't want to see her again."

"But we can't just fire her, sir. Employees have human rights too."

"Suit yourself. Anyway, I don't want to see that girl again."

"Okay, sir, we can make arrangements so you won't see Nesta again."

"I don't trust you anymore. I made my own rules. I'll send them to your email later."

Shaun waited in case.

"Why are you still so quiet? Get back to work, Shaun!"

Sigh, Shaun, an excuse. Watch out if Jeremy wants to 'talk' again! Maybe he'll be the one to quit.

"Mission, sir!" Shaun is emotional.

"Hmmm!" Jeremy, who cares.

***

Nesta went to the pantry to clean up the remains of her work. His hands trembled slightly. What if she got fired?

Lusi suddenly grabbed Nesta's hand.

Nesta complained of pain.

"What were you doing in Mr. Jeremy's room?"

"Working," she replied casually. Besides, Lusi's question was too odd. Nesta in Jeremy's room? Yes, bring coffee.

"Don't play games with me, okay?" Lusi is grim, not playing with Nesta.

"You already know I'm still working, still asked what."

"You've never been taught any manners, have you? Talking to your superiors is not polite."

"It's not that, Miss. You are the strange one who comes and plays with physical violence. Then I'm also confused why you're curious about what I did earlier."

Lusi giggled. "What was the fuss about?"

"I spilled coffee on Mr. Jeremy's pants earlier."

Lucy frowned. "How come?"

"Well, when I ran out of time, I tried to ask Mr. Jeremy where he was going to put the coffee. He just kept quiet."

"Go on?"

"Because he was silent when I called him, I tapped him on the shoulder. He was even surprised. He spilled all the coffee."

"You have the nerve to touch Jeremy!"

"Forced. It's just a little touch. Here...." Nesta showed her shoulder. "That's just using nails, slowly."

"Ouch!" Lucy got annoyed. "You talk a lot, huh."

"Later, when I keep quiet, you get confused."

"Oh my God..." Lucy got annoyed. "Watch out!" She moved Nesta's body.

Nesta moved and resumed his work. Lucy returned to the room.

"Funny," she asked. She was the one who got angry. Nesta nagged at the dirty glass.

Nesta must be patient. That is the name of the person who works. It's important to remember that having no money is more horrible than being scolded by the boss!

***

Back in the room, Shaun is sitting in a chair. Catching his breath, he calls Nesta and asks the girl to come in. Nesta arrived shortly after.

"Come in!" Shaun said as someone knocked on the door. He guessed it was Nesta.

Nesta entered. "Excuse me, sir." She sits across from Shaun and mentally guesses that she will be fired for sure.

Shaun looks at Nesta. "You know you went too far this morning," Shaun said.

Nesta just looked down. "I'm sorry, sir."

Shaun chuckled, then copied a file from his phone to the computer. Nesta glanced as something came out of the printer.

Shaun read it briefly. Then he folded the paper neatly. "It's for you." He handed over the printout.

Is she being released?

"Read it carefully and make sure there are no mistakes."

"Okay, sir."

"You can go back to work."

Nesta comes out of Shaun's room. She read the paper before starting work. She gasps. No letter of dismissal. But this is MORE DANGEROUS.

Crazy Jeremy!