The Boss' Admirer

many things. The Transjakarta bus he boarded this mo

Jay began to question, what kind of life did he want to lead when he grew old? Was it

d anyone's mind, had long been just a decoration in a stack of documents in his rented room. No company wanted to

now, shamelessly, he liked his very beautiful and intelligent boss. He fel

e proud of, Jay

needing extra care. His only sibling in the village never stopped asking for m

oor. Handsomeness that people touted, apparently couldn't bring in money easily. People who always sh

hen, walk a few meters to reach the gate of the housing complex where Farani

e twists and tu

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fident by assuming that his boss cared more. Just because the woman scolded h

gh

et alone reckless, which could harm himself. He must not let his mind w

You know, I didn't use the car. Wh

ved that he didn't call her by the wrong name again.

mind. Did his boss pity him? Who knows. His life was indeed sad, but he didn't wan

iss Faranisa?" J

nt to be a mo

s surprised by his

almost forty

a nervous laugh. He waved his hand in front of his

aranisa respondes w

made him unable to look straight at his boss. Her gaze seemed unwilling to be contradicted.

lp you, M

l bowed

be a model for my com

aranisa's serious face. He tr

ever dreamed of it. How could Faranisa think that

." Jay was defensive. Of course. He didn't want

n try

dy comfortable being a driver. I w

i

fe. However, he didn't want

hen bowed her head, stirring the warm tea

d resigned. "If you change yo

it during his break later. Indeed. It sounded like following someone else's wishes. Ho

ck to eating his food, which was only left with a few bites. In a

rks. Not much was said between them. Faranisa was busy wi

able and seemingly enjoyable work. Being a driver does provide him a living. H

't that bad. Rows of A's lined his transcr

r for some people

it could broke her principle of him not wanting someone decided his fate. But, if it could change his li