Hello, CEO! Don’t Play With Me!

Harvey looked up at the dark sky tonight but there were no stars at all. Even the moon is nowhere to be seen but it doesn’t matter to him because he just wants to enjoy this night in peace. The cell phone is still in his hand. In his other hand, the soda Giselle left for him no longer tastes appetizing.

You can still see the message that just came in from his agency.

Asshole Boss:Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

You know what to do. I didn’t expect you to approach Giselle so well. I’m counting on you.

“Damn that old woman!” The soda can was squeezed in one hand by Harvey with great force. He didn’t care if some of the contents of the can spurted out and wet his hands. Also, if Giselle got angry later because the floor was sticky, he could just call the hotel janitor. But at least the annoyance in her heart because of that message was slightly reduced. No, not just a little, but a little because her frustration was really at its peak.

“Why did I have to be there?” Harvey closed his eyes tightly. But the thought of his goal being accomplished soon made him choose to persevere. “Just a little more, Harvey. You have to be patient.”

He wiped his sticky hands. The cell phone that was still displaying the message was placed unceremoniously on the table. Once it was clean and not sticky, he replied to the message immediately.

Me:

Take it easy. You know it’s okay.

He sits with his back half slammed against the back of the sofa. Even though it was soft, it still hurt a little, but Harvey didn’t care. He massaged his temples to reduce his irritation. I don’t know how many times he breathed roughly, just to get rid of the image of the woman who sent him the message earlier.

“You should stick to Giselle. Be friendly to her. Then remove her from your competition. At least your position shouldn’t shift. You know, Giselle is talked about a lot because of her achievements. Yesterday afternoon’s kid who got picked up by SEO is nothing compared to you, Harvey. You have to show how a model works. Last year alone, you got a lot of work and your name was getting noticed. But because of Giselle’s emergence, your name was eliminated.”

Harvey doesn’t respond to anything Maya, the director of his agency, says. Who organizes a lot of work for Harvey and practically relies on the girl to support the agency.

“Make Giselle unable to participate in the final night. I think a little accident or slander for her is something you can easily do. I’m counting on you, Harvey. Come finals night, I’ll be there. Witness firsthand what you’re going to do to that girl.”

“I don’t guarantee that I can do it, Maya.”

At the other end, Maya could be heard giggling excitedly. “I haven’t forgotten about how you eliminated Charlotte and Joana in the same event. I didn’t expect you to actually do it.”

Harvey chuckled in annoyance. “If it wasn’t for your will, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“But that’s all already happened.”

“And this time I don’t want anything like that to happen again!”

Maya was still there giggling. “It’s unfortunate that you have to do that, Harvey. For what? For the sake of your career that should take off like a rocket. In the modeling world, even the upper classes, perhaps officials, young businessmen, often cheat. Either overtly or covertly to get their way. And what do they get? A lot of profit. And in this case, you benefit the most Harvey. trust me, no one is clean in this world. throw away your holy ideology.”

When his eyes opened, Giselle was in front of him. Staring at him worriedly and somewhat surprised.

“Are you sick?” the girl asked, holding Harvey’s forehead. “But your temperature is fine.”

“Where did you get the idea that I was sick, anyway,” Harvey quickly swatted away Giselle’s hand that was almost on his forehead. “Are you home yet?”

“Who do you think I am? A ghost?”

Harvey chuckled. “So fast. An hour hasn’t passed yet.” He followed Giselle. Trying to get the attention of the girl who was now starting to drop her disguise. “What are you talking about? You owe me a story, Giselle.”

“Since when does the story have a hutag?”

Harvey scowled in displeasure. “You once urged me to tell you more. Now?”

Giselle laughed but then noticed the mess by the window. “What the hell, Harvey?”

“Oops!” Harvey chuckled. “I’ll tidy up but later.”

“Now! I don’t like dirty rooms.” Giselle shot a fierce look at her friend who was still laughing carefree. But you see, Giselle believed that something had happened while she was at the cafe. She didn’t know what, but she would find out.

“Yes, it’s noisy.” Not long after, Harvey asked the janitor to tidy up the part he had messed up earlier. It didn’t take long for an attendant to arrive. At the same time, Giselle cleans up and changes her clothes and hairdo, which she finds strange.

“Well, this way is better.” Giselle smiled broadly at her clean room. Although the table where they used to put various foods was still scattered, but at least the dirty part had been cleaned.

“So… how was your date?” asked Harvey as he opened one of the bags of chips that Giselle had brought. It looked like Giselle had taken the time to go shopping. Or did Giselle’s date give them to her? Oh my! How sweet.

A very decent snack to accompany them to continue the drama that was paused.

“It’s not a date,” Giselle spluttered unhappily. “Besides, it looks like someone owes an explanation with the soda on the floor.”

Harvey shook his head.

“You don’t want to share? Didn’t I say, whatever is a burden to me, share it with me. Just like I would treat it to you.”

Harvey sighed softly. “Somehow I wish Kristen had actually won.” He chuckled at that. Recalling their betting material on who would be the champion of this event.

“The chances are very high considering the information I got earlier.”

“Other than Kristen being a mistress, what else do you know?” asked Harvey with interest.

“If Kristen wins, shouldn’t you leave your agency? Join me in SEO?”

“Who said I wanted to join there.”

Giselle folded her arms across her chest. “One should never betray one’s promise, Harvey. whether male or female, a promise is a promise.”

“Yes-yes-yes, it’s up to you.”

“But if you’re hoping Kristen wins, that means deep down you want to work under the same banner as me, right?” Giselle asked, raising her eyebrows. She gave a mischievous glance at Harvey, who was still munching on his snack.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to move. I’ve had enough.”

Giselle rubbed Harvey’s shoulder lightly. “What is he demanding this time?”

Harvey put the bag of chips on the table. The soda that Giselle had just bought, still in the shopping bag, he took out immediately. also pulled the hook on the top of the soda can, letting a little water splash on the hand. Then enjoyed a few sips of the soda.

“It’s you that he wants to fall.”