Chapter 422: Office
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Derek wore his coat and grabbed his tablet.
"Let's go." They both left the room.
When walked out of all the door, everyone was staring at Das, but he paid no attention and kept walking forward.
Derek stopped and said, "I am going home early today. I have called 'him' for the monitoring. You guys can submit your reports and go home when you are done."
After walking straight, they reached the elevator.
"Let's go through the back exit," Das said.
Derek was confused but didn't ask the reason to Das. "Alright"
After reaching the ground floor, They took the back exits without informing the reception.
'Alright. First step is done. Now I just need to find out who are those four spies he has sent' Das had no idea who spies could be. There were dozens of employees working on each floor. It was nearly impossible for Das or anyone to identify each of them.
'Dad also forgot his phone in his office, as planned' Das smirked.
They walked to the car parked in the middle of the garden. Derek sat on the driver's seat and waited for Das' to sit on the passager's seat beside him. But, Das opened the backdoor and sat on the backseat.
This time, Derek really wanted to ask the reason but didn't give much thought. He was happy since his son has visited him during work hours after years.
"Are you ready?"
Das closed the backdoor and nodded. "Yeah"
Derek then drove to the cafe, which was about ten minutes by walk, and about three minutes in a vehicle.
Derek was the type of person who highly admired nature, just like Das and Angela. He would have just walked to the cafe with Das, but since they planned to go home directly after eating at the cafe, Derek had to take the car.
Meanwhile, at the sixty-ninth floor,
Everyone was still surprised, and some were shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes.
The closing hours are said to be golden hours, making everyone busier at the end of the day. Especially Derek, being the boss and handling this many people under him wasn't easy.
Derek appointed some head-chiefs on every floor to take care of the stuff, but there were still some cases from each floor every day.
"What just happened?" the man asked.
"Why did the boss leave early today?"
"Furthermore, who was that highschooler?"
"Doesn't boss knew him?"
"Of course he did! Otherwise, there is no way boss would leave early with him," said the fat guy.
"But who was that highschooler?"
"They both looked so close. And did you see the boss' face? He looked happy."
"Maybe it was his son?" the woman wearing glasses said.
"But the boss said he has no child."
"He is married for 26 years. There is no way he doesn't have a son."
"Why? I think it makes more sense."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, someone as busy as boss…. You know… like… he can't take care of his wife and son at once."
"Well, that makes sense."
"Does anyone know what his wife does?"
"I have heard she lives in another country and barely meets boss."
"She must also be some successful businesswoman."
They couldn't be more wrong.
"Maybe that high schooler was boss' illegitimate son? I mean, it's natural for big shots to have affairs, you know?"
"And since his wife doesn't live with him, the boss goes to the other girls?"
"Maybe his mistresses or something?"
"Well, he kind of looked like the boss."
"Yeah, he kind of did."
"Maybe he that high schooler was boss' brother or something?"
"The boss inherited this business from his father, and I think that might be possible."
There was a tapping sound among all this chattering and noises, the sound of fingers hitting the keyboard.
"What do you think, Mira?" the man standing to her asked.
"I don't care about all these useless and stupid chattering. It's not worth my time."
"Aww, look at her. Being all frustrated because we are talking about the boss."
She glared at the man and roared, "Mind you own fuking business."
"Come on, why so angry? I mean, deep down, even you know it's the truth."
She said nothing and her hands also stopped moving.
The woman in the glasses placed her hand on Mira's shoulder and said, "We all know how you feel about the boss."
Mira's face immediately flushed. "What are you all talking about?!"
"No need to hide it. It's pretty obvious now, you know?"
Her face flushed more. "That's not true. Look at me, I am twenty-nine years old, and he is in his fifties. There is no way--"
"That's just an excuse. Drop the act Mira; we all know about it."
Mira looked down at her feet and said, "So what? It's not a romantic feeling. I would never aim for a married man."
"But what if he actually does have affairs? Would you be okay with that?"
"I have nothing to do with his relationsh.i.p.s. He is someone I admire. I have no interest in his personal life."
The woman in the glasses smirked as she looked at the man. "What do you think, Roy? Should she try to make a move on the boss?"
Roy clenched his fist even more and glared at the woman on the glasses. "...." But said nothing. Or rather, he had nothing to say.
The woman in the glasses smirked wider. "Mira, you should totally aim for him. I will help you."
"There is no need. As I said, I have no romantic interest in him. I don't see him that way."
The woman in the glasses glanced at the man, who was now smirking.
She clicked her tongue and said, "Let's complete our tasks and go home before 'he' comes."
Everyone sat on their chair.
"I really don't get along with 'that' guy, to be honest."
"No one does, but the boss seems to trust him for some reason."
Soon, footsteps were heard approaching them. They all looked at the entrance and waiter for a person to come.
A man in his early twenties walked in. He had black hair, and his face was half-covered with a mask.
"Hmm. What's wrong, you all? Were you trying to welcome me or something?"
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Derek wore his coat and grabbed his tablet.
"Let's go." They both left the room.
When walked out of all the door, everyone was staring at Das, but he paid no attention and kept walking forward.
Derek stopped and said, "I am going home early today. I have called 'him' for the monitoring. You guys can submit your reports and go home when you are done."
After walking straight, they reached the elevator.
"Let's go through the back exit," Das said.
Derek was confused but didn't ask the reason to Das. "Alright"
After reaching the ground floor, They took the back exits without informing the reception.
'Alright. First step is done. Now I just need to find out who are those four spies he has sent' Das had no idea who spies could be. There were dozens of employees working on each floor. It was nearly impossible for Das or anyone to identify each of them.
'Dad also forgot his phone in his office, as planned' Das smirked.
They walked to the car parked in the middle of the garden. Derek sat on the driver's seat and waited for Das' to sit on the passager's seat beside him. But, Das opened the backdoor and sat on the backseat.
This time, Derek really wanted to ask the reason but didn't give much thought. He was happy since his son has visited him during work hours after years.
"Are you ready?"
Das closed the backdoor and nodded. "Yeah"
Derek then drove to the cafe, which was about ten minutes by walk, and about three minutes in a vehicle.
Derek was the type of person who highly admired nature, just like Das and Angela. He would have just walked to the cafe with Das, but since they planned to go home directly after eating at the cafe, Derek had to take the car.
Meanwhile, at the sixty-ninth floor,
Everyone was still surprised, and some were shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes.
The closing hours are said to be golden hours, making everyone busier at the end of the day. Especially Derek, being the boss and handling this many people under him wasn't easy.
Derek appointed some head-chiefs on every floor to take care of the stuff, but there were still some cases from each floor every day.
"What just happened?" the man asked.
"Why did the boss leave early today?"
"Furthermore, who was that highschooler?"
"Doesn't boss knew him?"
"Of course he did! Otherwise, there is no way boss would leave early with him," said the fat guy.
"But who was that highschooler?"
"They both looked so close. And did you see the boss' face? He looked happy."
"Maybe it was his son?" the woman wearing glasses said.
"But the boss said he has no child."
"He is married for 26 years. There is no way he doesn't have a son."
"Why? I think it makes more sense."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, someone as busy as boss…. You know… like… he can't take care of his wife and son at once."
"Well, that makes sense."
"Does anyone know what his wife does?"
"I have heard she lives in another country and barely meets boss."
"She must also be some successful businesswoman."
They couldn't be more wrong.
"Maybe that high schooler was boss' illegitimate son? I mean, it's natural for big shots to have affairs, you know?"
"And since his wife doesn't live with him, the boss goes to the other girls?"
"Maybe his mistresses or something?"
"Well, he kind of looked like the boss."
"Yeah, he kind of did."
"Maybe he that high schooler was boss' brother or something?"
"The boss inherited this business from his father, and I think that might be possible."
There was a tapping sound among all this chattering and noises, the sound of fingers hitting the keyboard.
"What do you think, Mira?" the man standing to her asked.
"I don't care about all these useless and stupid chattering. It's not worth my time."
"Aww, look at her. Being all frustrated because we are talking about the boss."
She glared at the man and roared, "Mind you own fuking business."
"Come on, why so angry? I mean, deep down, even you know it's the truth."
She said nothing and her hands also stopped moving.
The woman in the glasses placed her hand on Mira's shoulder and said, "We all know how you feel about the boss."
Mira's face immediately flushed. "What are you all talking about?!"
"No need to hide it. It's pretty obvious now, you know?"
Her face flushed more. "That's not true. Look at me, I am twenty-nine years old, and he is in his fifties. There is no way--"
"That's just an excuse. Drop the act Mira; we all know about it."
Mira looked down at her feet and said, "So what? It's not a romantic feeling. I would never aim for a married man."
"But what if he actually does have affairs? Would you be okay with that?"
"I have nothing to do with his relationsh.i.p.s. He is someone I admire. I have no interest in his personal life."
The woman in the glasses smirked as she looked at the man. "What do you think, Roy? Should she try to make a move on the boss?"
Roy clenched his fist even more and glared at the woman on the glasses. "...." But said nothing. Or rather, he had nothing to say.
The woman in the glasses smirked wider. "Mira, you should totally aim for him. I will help you."
"There is no need. As I said, I have no romantic interest in him. I don't see him that way."
The woman in the glasses glanced at the man, who was now smirking.
She clicked her tongue and said, "Let's complete our tasks and go home before 'he' comes."
Everyone sat on their chair.
"I really don't get along with 'that' guy, to be honest."
"No one does, but the boss seems to trust him for some reason."
Soon, footsteps were heard approaching them. They all looked at the entrance and waiter for a person to come.
A man in his early twenties walked in. He had black hair, and his face was half-covered with a mask.
"Hmm. What's wrong, you all? Were you trying to welcome me or something?"
Derek wore his coat and grabbed his tablet. "Let's go." They both left the room. When walked out of all the door, everyone was staring at Das, but he paid no attention and kept walking forward. Derek stopped and said, "I am going home early today. I have called 'him' for the monitoring. You guys can submit your reports and go home when you are done." After walking straight, they reached the elevator. "Let's go through the back exit," Das said. Derek was confused but didn't ask the reason to Das. "Alright" After reaching the ground floor, They took the back exits without informing the reception. 'Alright. First step is done. Now I just need to find out who are those four spies he has sent' Das had no idea who spies could be. There were dozens of employees working on each floor. It was nearly impossible for Das or anyone to identify each of them. 'Dad also forgot his phone in his office, as planned' Das smirked. They walked to the car parked in the middle of the garden. Derek sat on the driver's seat and waited for Das' to sit on the passager's seat beside him. But, Das opened the backdoor and sat on the backseat. This time, Derek really wanted to ask the reason but didn't give much thought. He was happy since his son has visited him during work hours after years. "Are you ready?" Das closed the backdoor and nodded. "Yeah" Derek then drove to the cafe, which was about ten minutes by walk, and about three minutes in a vehicle. Derek was the type of person who highly admired nature, just like Das and Angela. He would have just walked to the cafe with Das, but since they planned to go home directly after eating at the cafe, Derek had to take the car. Meanwhile, at the sixty-ninth floor, Everyone was still surprised, and some were shocked. They couldn't believe their eyes. The closing hours are said to be golden hours, making everyone busier at the end of the day. Especially Derek, being the boss and handling this many people under him wasn't easy. Derek appointed some head-chiefs on every floor to take care of the stuff, but there were still some cases from each floor every day. "What just happened?" the man asked. "Why did the boss leave early today?" "Furthermore, who was that highschooler?" "Doesn't boss knew him?" "Of course he did! Otherwise, there is no way boss would leave early with him," said the fat guy. "But who was that highschooler?" "They both looked so close. And did you see the boss' face? He looked happy." "Maybe it was his son?" the woman wearing glasses said. "But the boss said he has no child." "He is married for 26 years. There is no way he doesn't have a son." "Why? I think it makes more sense." "What do you mean?" "I mean, someone as busy as boss. You know like he can't take care of his wife and son at once." "Well, that makes sense." "Does anyone know what his wife does?" "I have heard she lives in another country and barely meets boss." "She must also be some successful businesswoman." They couldn't be more wrong. "Maybe that high schooler was boss' illegitimate son? I mean, it's natural for big shots to have affairs, you know?" "And since his wife doesn't live with him, the boss goes to the other girls?" "Maybe his mistresses or something?" "Well, he kind of looked like the boss." "Yeah, he kind of did." "Maybe he that high schooler was boss' brother or something?" "The boss inherited this business from his father, and I think that might be possible." There was a tapping sound among all this chattering and noises, the sound of fingers hitting the keyboard. "What do you think, Mira?" the man standing to her asked. "I don't care about all these useless and stupid chattering. It's not worth my time." "Aww, look at her. Being all frustrated because we are talking about the boss." She glared at the man and roared, "Mind you own fuking business." "Come on, why so angry? I mean, deep down, even you know it's the truth." She said nothing and her hands also stopped moving. The woman in the glasses placed her hand on Mira's shoulder and said, "We all know how you feel about the boss." Mira's face immediately flushed. "What are you all talking about?!" "No need to hide it. It's pretty obvious now, you know?" Her face flushed more. "That's not true. Look at me, I am twenty-nine years old, and he is in his fifties. There is no way--" "That's just an excuse. Drop the act Mira; we all know about it." Mira looked down at her feet and said, "So what? It's not a romantic feeling. I would never aim for a married man." "But what if he actually does have affairs? Would you be okay with that?" "I have nothing to do with his relationsh.i.p.s. He is someone I admire. I have no interest in his personal life." The woman in the glasses smirked as she looked at the man. "What do you think, Roy? Should she try to make a move on the boss?" Roy clenched his fist even more and glared at the woman on the glasses. "...." But said nothing. Or rather, he had nothing to say. The woman in the glasses smirked wider. "Mira, you should totally aim for him. I will help you." "There is no need. As I said, I have no romantic interest in him. I don't see him that way." The woman in the glasses glanced at the man, who was now smirking. She clicked her tongue and said, "Let's complete our tasks and go home before 'he' comes." Everyone sat on their chair. "I really don't get along with 'that' guy, to be honest." "No one does, but the boss seems to trust him for some reason." Soon, footsteps were heard approaching them. They all looked at the entrance and waiter for a person to come. A man in his early twenties walked in. He had black hair, and his face was half-covered with a mask. "Hmm. What's wrong, you all? Were you trying to welcome me or something?"
