5. Tortured When Boss Went To New York

"Hey, Bitch! Luckily, Mr. William is going to New York for a few days so that you can be disciplined here!" Vera crossed her arms while leaning her big buttocks on the edge of Emmy's work desk.

Emmy felt her tongue-tied amid her confusion because suddenly, the senior employees at the architect's office where she worked surrounded her.

Anneke didn't want to miss out on bullying the girl she hated when she joined their team. She pushed Emmy's shoulder and said, "What spell did you use that made Mr. Willy so attractive with your mediocre face, huh?"

"Usually, it's easy for her to accept attention from a man, Guys! She's cheap!" Virna also blurted out while poking the left side of Emmy's head.

Emmy's patience ran out. She felt she didn't deserve to be treated like a despicable woman with so many titles given to her by her seniors at will. Then she said defensively, "Don't go around bullying people, okay? You're also all employees of the Honorable Mr. William, right? So if you're still eating his salary, please return to work at your respective places!"

"Ehh ... this stupid kid, she acts wise. Wow, looking at you, you're the one who needs guidance. Hellooww!" Yuni rebuked in a truly exaggerated style.

"What do you mean by guidance, Ms. Yuni? I have received guidance about my work from Mr. William. Don't discuss matters outside the professional field during working hours. It doesn't sound very ethical!" Emmy was not afraid to face her seniors, who dared to gang up on four of them and talk without a clear direction as if they were wasting their work time.

"Wow, she's great, Ver. She's not afraid of us. What's so good about this little kid?" said Anneke excitedly, looking at the employee who had just joined on the second day.

Vera is the most senior and powerful in the Fame Palette Artisans Co. architect's office. Answered, "Just tear up the sketch paper so she can make a new one!"

"That's a good idea, Ver. HA-HA-HA!" Virna said, then pulled out the sketch paper on Emmy's drawing board. She tore it into small pieces before the cute girl, even though Emmy had tried to snatch it away.

"Well, this is a lesson for you. Don't pretend to be against your seniors. Don't you understand?!" Anneke pinched Emmy's right upper arm so hard it hurt.

Before leaving Emmy's work room, which was specially given to her by their boss, the four women grabbed and slapped Emmy's face so hard that the girl burst into tears while being beaten alone.

Their satisfied laughter sounded sadistic in Emmy's ears, who could not resist being treated so cruelly. She was determined to stay put until William came home. Emmy could complain via her boss's email address, but she didn't want to seem like a crybaby.

The girl picked up the scraps of half-finished sketch paper on the floor. "This can't be put back together because it's too small and hard to rearrange!" said Emmy quietly at her desk.

After drinking the bottle of mineral water, Emmy took a deep breath and started working on the sketch of William's request from the beginning again. However, this time, Emmy locked the door to her office so that the witch disguised as Snow White would no longer disturb her work. She remembered to lock the room tomorrow.

The next day, when Emmy was working on another sketch. They tried to open the door to her office from the outside. However, the uninvited guest banged on the door noisily.

"Hey, Emmy, open the door! You're afraid of us, aren't you?" shouted one of the women who bullied Emmy yesterday.

However, Emmy took her wireless earphones, played her favorite song and hummed as much as she wanted without being disturbed by the commotion outside her office.

In front of the tightly closed door, Virna said, "She's clever too. Apparently, she locked it from the inside so we wouldn't disturb her!"

"Tsk ... coward!" said Vera, annoyed because her plan to bully her junior had failed.

Anneke, who was excited, replied, "Let's just wait until lunchtime or after work. She'll come out soon!"

"Good idea, Ann. Let's get back to work first!" Yuni said, then returned to her room.

At lunchtime, Emmy still didn't come out of her office. She had brought provisions, and in that room, there was a private toilet, too. The girl deliberately languished there so she wouldn't have to meet her annoying seniors. Finally, at 17.00 WIB, Emmy grabbed her bag to go home.

There was one thing that she didn't realize would be the source of problems for her at the end of her working hours. "Oh my gosh, both my motorbike tires are flat!" exclaimed Emmy in despair.

Haikal approached Emmy in the parking lot next to the magnificent Disneyland-style house. "Hey, why are you so stunned, Pretty Girl?" he greeted excitedly, breaking the silence.

"Mom, my motorbike tire is flat," answered Emmy wearily.

"Just let Mang Ali drop you off, Dear. That's it. Mang Ali will pick you up tomorrow and go here. Let Ucok fix your motorbike!" Haikal offers a solution that makes Emmy's day bright again.

The girl's eyes lit up with joy as she said, "Is it true that Mang Ali is taking me home, Mo? Is it okay with Brother Willy?"

"Shh ... don't tell your other friends, okay? The boss told me that while he's away, I have to look after you!" whispered Haikal after looking around to see the conditions around him.

"Finished!" Emmy gave a code of zipping her lips. Her heart was warmed. Her beloved sugar daddy didn't let her suffer the fate of being bullied by her seniors alone.

The private driver at the house approached Emmy and Haikal in a shiny black Mercy sedan. Then Mang Ali opened the passenger door for the girl. "Please, Miss, Mamang will take you home!" he said with a smile that showed several missing teeth.

"Thanks, Mang Ali!" Emmy answered and then said goodbye briefly to Haikal. She entrusted the keys to her motorbike to the ladylike man who had been her best friend for the past two days.

From the lowered car window, Emmy waved at Haikal. "Bye-bye, Momo. See you tomorrow, okay!" she shouted from the car, leaving the front yard of William Samsons MacRay's house.

Emmy's smile widened as she enjoyed the view of the bright late afternoon from the soft seat of her boss's luxury car. 'Brother William is good to me. I miss that guy!' thought Emmy in silence.

However, the silence in the car was immediately broken by a loud voice singing, "Cikini ke Gondangdia, I'm like this because of him—"

Emmy also giggled when she heard the current viral song from Mercy's car sound system, which took her home to her grandparents' simple house. Today wasn't so bad for her. Who knows what tomorrow will be like? Will Emmy's seniors stop bullying her?