"Don't tell me this is true! I don't agree Li! I don't agree! I won't let you marry this shitty man! Never! I won't let you!"Rama's shout woke me up. I blinked and looked at the clock... twelve o'clock at night and I was asleep in Mr. Harold's office? Eh? What is this? I was married..not to him? Then... um... why I am here. I could see that all the computers were still on and there was that guy's chair in the center of the room. What is this, is it all a dream, but the dream feels beautiful and delicious? Is it a sin to talk like that? How could I dream like that anyway! If it were a dream.. why would it feel so true, so right, so good? "Oi.. you're awake. That's good... we almost lost one day's work progress. You forgot to save the database in the center earlier..and there was a malware attack. You fell asleep like passing out.. and luckily I saved it right away. Two minutes later everything hangs! It crashed! A virus got in. Maybe from our competitor..they heard about our project.
Working with Rama is easier, much easier!I just did my usual work... checking the storage in the pantry and then sending all the memos to all the departments. Easy. Then I sat in one of the chairs waiting for me to be called to help. Usually only Rama does it and even then it's for trivial things.E.g..."Li, get me the marketing materials from the previous promotion week of this book." Which is super easy, the only difficult part is that I have to go up to the storage area and find it. Luckily..all of the promotion materials are sorted by the title of the books, so literally easy-peasy.Or he would ask me, "Li, try to find display items for the book launching."Everything that was taken was mostly cardboard boxes, nothing heavy...and even then only once or twice. I mostly sat and played with my cell phone there. Nothing to do. It was much different when I was in Mr. Harold's room. Hush...let's not discuss the person again, because according to Rama, he worked hard to win me to be fr
Lunch with Rama's team is fun, nothing unusual...all the food was paid for by Rama, a rare occurrence... this was also said to encourage teamwork because this week we will be working super hard."So... only that list is being reprinted this month, although the number is bigger than last month, I guess our best seller will also get a reprint," said Daniel, one of the team members.I looked over with a raised eyebrow..who did he mean by our best seller? Are the ones being printed now not all best-selling authors?I was stunned by the discussion of this editor team and could only understand what Rama told me. He patted the back of my hand and explained in a whisper."That means... Mr. John Aghassi. He's also signed exclusively with us from the beginning of his career, there are already 12 series of novels and this month he's supposed to give us the thirteenth manuscript. Daniel said that because usually every month there will be a reprint of his novel... but this month there isn't.""Oh.
I don't want to overdo it, but this house is freaking me out. Trust me... It looks like fresh from a very scary horror movie!"Do you know what this house reminds me of?" I asked Rama."Hum? What?" he casually smiled and opened the seat belt. I know... maybe it's not Rama's first time here, so it feels like he's used to it, it's a different story with me. This is the first time and I immediately got goosebumps."This house is like a haunted factory!""How can it be a haunted factory! It's a normal house!""That's ... all those partitions and all those machines ... and it looks abandoned, all parts of the house have glass that is not curtained ... and all the rooms are dimly lit, it seems abandoned and it's a horror house." I analyzed the house, yes indeed in my eyes that was the condition, from the front there were three rooms with each room having wide windows and no curtains, then inside there seemed to be machines and piles of goods. In my mind, it somehow seemed like a horror fact
Staying in a hotel with Rama, and why is this scripted? Why is there also only one hotel and one room available? Yes, blame it on the fact that this is a remote area, and even though it can be accessed by the highway, there are still not many residents in this area, Rama said... thankfully we can find a hotel. We were forced to sleep here, he said it would be unproductive if we went back to the city and the next morning to this place again.Inside the hotel, we discussed the author who according to Rama is one of the legendary authors of the company."What are the criteria that made you call him legendary?" I asked curiously."Hum..." he looked up at the roof, we were in the same bed and on each other's side. "One, he's so total, he can make his books feel like another world, he writes thrillers and can bring every scene to life, like when you read his work you're swept away. He can make us sympathize with his characters, make us antipathize, make us hate, and make us smile a little w
Preparing to go to John Agassi's house, I don't know why I'm so cranky myself... I feel uncomfortable. I also heard Rama asking for permission from work today... because we both couldn't come to work, explaining where we are and for what purpose. He promised to take me home today and tomorrow we can come to work as usual.I hope so... my heart feels like it's about to explode, like a mountain in the process of releasing its lava. It's pouring out."Li... when he asks, say you're my future wife... oh no! Just say you're already my fiancé. Getting married next month? Oh, no! Just say you're engaged and pregnant with my child." Rama said in a hurry, we were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday and just as dirty.I, who heard that idea, was shocked...why did he say that?"What does that mean?""Just in case! You said you're afraid of Mr. John, so just to be on the safe side, tell him you're pregnant with my child and that we're getting married next month. He doesn't like girls who
We went back to the office and I felt very peaceful, it felt like working overtime for days in the office was much better than if I had to meet with that horror-thriller author, I don't need to go to the office... because Rama said I've been working all day with him, but I want to check the pantry, at the same time I want to make coffee... right the office pantry, you can get free coffee. Ehhe... this is honestly because I need coffee oh ya! Not because I want to check anything else!So earlier Rama dropped me off in front of the office building and he went home ... yes, I also live in a room near the parking lot ... yes, I did come home by definition here, this is just a quick stop to make coffee. I also didn't make any turns, went straight to the pantry, and made coffee... I sat down and stirred my cup. Although I wondered if Mr. Harold had stopped to eat or at least drink, he could be like an impromptu statue in front of the computer, forgetting that he was human.Along the way, I
Harold held me until downstairs... all along the hallway and as we descended the stairs, several coworkers glared in surprise and did not dare to say hello... they seemed to pretend not to see. I tried to let go of my hand, but he squeezed it tighter... until we walked in front of the highway in front of the building, I don't know where he planned to eat... Why did he drive so far?"Where are this going? You can let go of my hand!" I shouted in annoyance."I can't! I'm afraid I'll be kidnapped!""I'm a kid!" I snapped again, while my legs were already getting tired. The concept of walking is different for tall people and short people. A tall person with long legs can take two to three times as many steps as a short person like me, especially if Harold' walking rhythm is so fast that he's like competing with The Falsh...so fast... I automatically have to be faster to keep up with him, even more so! Where are you going to eat, it's the same thing! After eating, if I have to walk this fa