Traizle The reports of our branches are divided into two categories: local and international. Since Zarsuelo is here, this Grand Finance, where I am working, is the primary host, and the other branches we have all over this country will send their reports to our marketing team. Then, the marketing team will analyze it and give us the result of the evaluations. As for the international, Zarsuelo chose the main host, and they will send their reports to the main host and send the assessment to me. "I will head back to my office and print these to give to you later." Aeron said, then ran to their office room. I went back inside our office and texted Zarsuelo. After a few minutes, Zarsuelo texted me back, saying I could go now to his office because Mr. Andrade had gone out already. I waited for the documents from Aeron before proceeding to Zarsuelo's office. "What's that?" he greeted me, referring to the printed documents I was holding. I handed him the documents. "Monthly evaluation
Traizle "Zar—where is he?" I muttered when I entered his office. Zarsuelo is not in his chair doing his work or what. I can't hear any sound from the comfort room, so where did that oddball Zarsuelo go? A hug from the back suddenly embraced me. "I am here," he said, putting a big distance between us. "Sorry for the sudden hug. I just wanted to hug you the first thing you entered my office." he added. I am so used to this that I don't find it uncomfortable anymore—wait? Did I say I was okay with it? What the hell? "Do it again next time, and I will twist your arms." I warned him. He pouted. "You won't let me hug you freely, so I had to take the risk." he replied. "You told me you don't need me in your meetings today. I planned to go out for a while. I promised Layzen I would fetch him today." I responded, changing the topic. His face became happy and excited at the same time. He was about to open his mouth and say something, but I interrupted him. "No." I told him already. "A
Traizle "Can we bring my toys?" Layzen asked, choosing busily in front of his toys. "Just bring some, Layzen." I told him while I was stuffing our bag with some shirts. Although I was happy seeing Zarsuelo smile a while ago, I am now facing the truth. I am very, very nervous enough for my hands to tremble while packing our bag. I hope that no one is watching him. I don't want to ruin his reputation or our privacy. Sleeping in a billionaire's house isn't a tiny thing. "Promise me, guys, that you won't cause any trouble." I reminded them. "Don't worry, Traizle. We will just play." Layzen answered immediately. "And you?" I asked Lyndon, receiving a nod from him. "Make sure not to tell this to your friends, or else I will confiscate your phone for a week every night." I issued a warning. "Rest assured. No words will come out of my mouth." he replied. After half an hour, we heard the beep of a car honking and received a message. 'I am outside already. You guys can come out now.'
Traizle He started talking on his phone a while ago. Who is he talking to? I entered his office a while ago in the morning. He was talking with someone. Afterward, I returned to his office to hand him some documents, and he was still on his phone. I picked up my phone and started to message him. 'Oddball, did you check the documents I put on your table a while ago?' That's what I texted him. After 5 minutes, I received a message back from him. 'Later, Traizle. I am still talking with someone.' That was his reply. So, I bolted my hands to answer back. 'Who are you just talking to?' I asked, trying not to be angry early in the morning. I was about to keep my phone when it vibrated again. 'She's one of the candidates I was talking about before.' Candidates? Oh, the talk with his candidate wives. They have been talking for a while now. They can talk after their work. He is wearing his earbuds so he can talk to her while checking the documents. He is delaying my work. Candidate
Traizle "How was it? Did you tell him about it already?" Tyler asked me while we were sipping our coffee in the cafeteria. It was still early, and Tyler had asked me when he saw me. Too interested in me liking the oddball. I did recall everything last night. I want to know how I ended up liking him. There are many things that make me. Last night, I concluded that I like Zarsuelo. End, no more questions and finding answers. "Wasn't able to tell him yesterday." I told him. He put his coffee on the table. "Why?" He asked. "He is acting weird. I thought it was not the right time to tell him." I answered. After finishing our coffee, we decided to head back, him to the entrance and me to our office. After half an hour, Zarsuelo called, asking for a coffee. So, I went to the cafeteria again and got one for him. I knocked before opening the door. He was eating his sweets in the morning already, as usual. "Pigging out as usual." I told him after giving him his coffee. He pouted. "Nye n
Traizle I got a message from Tyler saying that Zarsuelo had entered the building already. And, of course, Tyler knew what happened last night. He talked to me this morning when I was having a coffee in the cafeteria. I also have to talk to that oddball. I keep my desk clean before going to Zarsuelo's office. "Uhh, who is it?" He asked from inside. "Traizle." I answered and didn't get any reply. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Let's talk. Open this door." I told him. "Can you promise me first that you won't harm me in any way?" He asked back. "Okay." I replied immediately. I don't think I could do that, though. For him to open his damn door, I will lie. "You promise?" He asked again. Okay, I will try not to. I am here to fix and talk about everything. "Yes." I answered after thinking hard. The door opened slightly, revealing Zarsuelo's eyes. "Good morning." he greeted, almost stuttering. "Good morning." I replied before gently pushing open the door to enter his o
Traizle "Why are there so many cars in front of the building?" I muttered as I walked to the entrance. There are so many cars outside the Grand Finance. I am trying to remember if we have any appointments or guests for today. "Traizle!" Tyler called me when he saw me. I walk faster to enter the building. "What? Did something happen?" I asked. He held my shoulder. "You need to get ready." he answered. "Why?" I asked. Why do I need to get ready? "Seems like Mr. Zarsuelo's grandparents are here." Tyler answered, and it left me speechless. Are His grandparents here? Why? Why didn't he tell me? I am not yet ready to face them. It's not even a day since I confessed to him. "Move, go to his office. Do your best, okay? Get on their side." Tyler added as he gently pushed me. Tyler didn't know that I had confessed already. I shouldn't tell them this. I quickly went to our office to put my things. "Mr. Zarsuelo's grandparents are here. They are asking for you." Claire said the moment I
Traizle "Are you sure you don't have any plans tonight?" Archane asked me for the 4th time. I stopped wiping the table and looked at him. "Why? You have been asking me about that one. I won't be staying here this late if I have plans tonight. Right?" I asked him back. He raised his hands in defeat. "I thought you had one, and I think you have one or did you just forget about it?" He replied. I don't recall any plans for tonight. I already told Lyndon and Layzen that I would go home late because I would be working at the Snack Bar. "Boss, does Traizle have any deliveries now?" Archane asked our boss. Our boss answered, "None so far." Archane sighed. "Too bad." he said. Too bad, is what? Why does he want me to deliver and think if I have any plans for tonight? Although we are now close, this night is the most Archane did all the talks. Why is he being so talkative tonight? I held his forehead. "You seem okay. You are not hot, either. What's wrong with you?" I asked him. He dist