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A few times, Sebastian accompanied Irene until they reached the front of her slightly, well… mostly peeling house with neglected paint in some corners. She wanted to ask, but Sebastian knew the limits.
“Thank you for escorting me, sir,” Irene said with a faint smile. She should have arrived a few hours ago, but Bella managed to make her come home late. Her sister had given updates on Bella’s activities while Irene was away. And the youngest one still needed a lot of supervision, thankfully Irene could rely on the middle child.
Including updates on their mother.
The light in front of her house was already dim, even though she had given money to replace it countless times. Her mother said, “I used the money for food.” Irene knew that the food her mother mentioned wasn’t just about filling the stomach.
“Don’t be late tomorrow.”
Irene could only nod obediently. She watched as the kind-hearted man took out his suitcase, handed it to her, and paid closer attention to her house than before. “Is there no one else?” he asked.
“I haven’t checked, sir,” Irene replied with a slight snicker. “I’ll go in first then. Please be careful on your way home too, sir.”
Sebastian let his assistant’s back move away. The creaking sound that broke the silence of the night felt like a sign that this dilapidated building was in stark contrast to its surroundings. Irene’s figure finally entered without looking back at Sebastian. It didn’t really matter. Sebastian just wanted to make sure his assistant arrived home safely.
Meanwhile, in the living room where two worn-out sofas were placed, a woman sat with a cigarette tucked between her fingers. The stale and musty aroma immediately dominated Irene’s senses. “You’re not sleeping yet, Mom?” “Waiting for you to come home,” she replied curtly.
Through the corner of her eye, Irene saw her mother exhale smoke from her blackened lips.
“If you have business trips out of town, there’s overtime, right?”
The girl with bangs chose not to answer. Her mother should already know and remember the answer very well.
“Your sibling will graduate soon. It would be good if you had a big overtime pay.”
“Yes, Mom.” Irene didn’t want to say much.
“Besides, why don’t you try to hook up with your rich boss? So that our lives are secured!”
Irene closed her eyes, trying to suppress the turmoil that was consuming her body as much as possible.
“He even promised to give you a generous payment because you helped him, right? Demand it! This is Jakarta. Nothing is free. Stupid child!”
Irene’s phone isn’t in a new condition. But she bought it after saving money for four months. Not for style, really. But the phone does have a large capacity and sufficient features to support her work. Although there’s a work tablet, the phone is still the easiest for her to hold.
Even so, Irene bought it after thinking thousands of times. Yes… It coincided with Ronan’s tuition money. Her younger brother is studying at one of the open universities in Jakarta.
Now, Ronan works as a barista at a cafe. The money is decent enough to cover her living expenses and tuition. Irene helps with half of it. Meanwhile, her younger sister, Robby, is preparing for final exams, which also require a lot of expenses from Irene.
No, Irene doesn’t want to complain. She willingly spends every penny on her siblings’ education. There’s no sense of obligation, even though sometimes she has to sacrifice her own needs.
And because she bought that phone with great pride, she treats it delicately. There should be no scratches at all. She often wipes the phone screen to keep it clear and also to use it as a mirror. Although the face that appears there is ordinary. It’s already covered by bangs, braces, and thick-framed glasses, so it’s certain that Irene’s name doesn’t fall into the category of women who will be noticed by men.
Including the boss.
Ugh! Instead of thinking about Sebastian, she’d better focus on her work. She carefully examines the calendar next to her, filled with notes. Nothing should deviate from the schedule she has matched with Sebastian’s. She shouldn’t make any mistakes. Otherwise, she could be hit by the merciless wrath of Raptor when he’s angry.
There’s a stark difference between Sebastian at the office and outside the office. Maybe that’s why Irene can act like a chameleon.
A message arrives, causing her to stare at each word for a long time.
Centre of Blood:
Your presence is eagerly awaited. Located at Geosan Hospital Hall, Sunday at ten in the morning. Don’t forget to register yourself immediately. We await your arrival.
She sighs softly. “It’s been so long since I’ve been to a place like this.” Irene’s eyes also begin to pay attention to her slightly thin arms. “Working hard like a horse until only bones are left.” But then she laughs. “Whatever work it is, right?” Before she can fully enjoy her laughter, it is abruptly silenced by footsteps echoing around the room.
“Irene.” Sebastian walks quickly toward his assistant. Irene looks up, a crease forming on her forehead as Sebastian suddenly places a stack of files on her desk. “Check the collaboration between Faldom and Optima from 2013 to 2011. How far did it go?”
“Yes, sir.” Irene rarely questions anything that Sebastian asks her to do. She tries her best to make the work as neat and detailed as Sebastian wants. Although she still makes mistakes sometimes, she won’t give up easily. Her prayer when Sebastian gets angry is, “Don’t let Raptor fire me!”
“Have you heard anything from Mrs. Nadine?”
“Not yet, sir. I’ve tried contacting her, but there’s been no response.”
Sebastian nods briefly. “Does anyone know that we suddenly contacted Optima again?”
Irene falls silent.
“I’m sure you don’t know.” Sebastian is just strange. Sometimes he asks himself and answers himself. Like now. Although Sebastian knows what Irene is working on. He gives all the instructions regarding Irene’s movements related to Optima. So… The girl is confused why Sebastian asked that.
“In two days, I have a meeting with the commissioner.”
Ah… Sebastian is right. Irene’s eyes once again look at the calendar, which she circles in blue. It says, ‘annual report and AGM,’ which means today and tomorrow will be a torment for her.
“I’ve already started preparing materials for the meeting, sir.” That’s true. Irene, who can handle seventy-five percent of Sebastian’s work, has started to understand her boss’s work rhythm. Her hands quickly dance over the keyboard, double- checking the report she will give to Sebastian before the meeting.
