Chapter 12 - Fair Game (1/2)

What a start of the day!

Wirata was sitting very still even her eyes didn't blink.

”Wirata, Mr. Mackenzie is waiting for you in his office right now.”

Mr.Lee said after putting the telephone down.

”Yes, Mr.Lee, ah, would you like anything before I go?”

Wirata asked the manager in case he could extend her time a little.

”No, thank you. You should go now before he gives me another call.” He reminded her kind voice but with serious gesture in his eyes.

”Yes, sir.”

Wirata walked to the elevator, her heart was racing up and she tried to breath in and out deeply to make it slow down. She stepped in, pressed a button, the floor number that she never came up there before. The elevator stopped at the top floor of the building. When the door opened Wirata saw a door room not far from where she was stepping out.

There were two men standing right there, like they were waiting and Wirata remembered one of them straight away. He's the one who chased after her four years ago!

”Miss. This way, please.”

He said politely and led her to the front of the door, gave it a knock-knock softly like he's afraid of the person inside.

”Come in!

The authoritative voice gave permission. Wirata pulled the air into her lunge to calm herself down, tried to manage not to let any sign of panicking out. The tall bodyguard pushed open the door and waited for Wirata to step inside the room. But they didn't enter the room. Wirata guessed they would stand outside to guard their boss as it's their job.

Stefan was sitting on his big comfortable black leather chair, watching the slender figure wearing a long sleeved white shirt, buttoned it up to the neck, long dark brown skirt with a black belt, a pair of black low-heeled shoes. The shiny silky long straight black hair was tied at the back.

He looked up to her face, nice oval shape with light honey skin, no touch of cosmetics, Her lips were not too thin but not thick either, nice pair of lips, made for a man's fantasy. Stefan pushed that thought out of his head immediately. He didn't mean to remember anything about those lips, about him kissing her, twice. He swore!

”Have a seat.”

Said coolly and calmly as CEO supposed to be, and gave a small nod gesture to the chair in front of the big desk.

”Thank you.”

Wirata replied and sat down, was glad inside her mind that at least sitting down like this, it helped her to control herself better. Her heart was still beating rapidly, but outside, her face was smooth and emotionless, she would never let the man on the other side of the desk knew that she's scared of him and his room. Wirata stared right into his eyes, told herself not to break eye contact.

The room fell into silent for a moment. Tall and powerful as she remembered Stefan Mackenzie, the face that Wirata unwillingly accepted its attractiveness, had a hint of stubble, like maybe he'd slept too long to spare the time to shave that morning. Wirata couldn't guess the mood he was in, who could...?

”You probably have received the letter. That is you desk, from now on, you work here in this room.”

The powerful voice said with a nod toward the corner of the room. Wirata froze right after hearing.

”Huh?!”

The only word came straight out.

Stefan's brow arched.

”Problems?” Short, but full of meaning, also lifted a corner of his mouth.

Wirata was shocked with the 'WORK HERE IN THIS ROOM!' phrase. But a second right after seeing his smirk, as if he's seeing something he expected and wanted to see. Her shocked face, that's what he wanted to see!

That awareness made Wirata gathered herself back immediately, tried to calm down from the inside. Told herself that he's not the boss, but he's the bad evil mafia who dared to kiss her four years ago. Wirata tried to reinstall her brave feeling against her fear, which it somehow was working. So she sat still and kept her cool.

”No. But may I know the reasons? Mr. Lee is not satisfied with my work?”

The smooth and confident voice asked after a long pause. Stefan looked into the huge black almond-shaped eyes which looking at him. There must be her motto, looking straight and no breaking eye contact, to scare the opposite side, whoever it would be, and at this moment it was him. But Stefan Mackenzie scared of no one.