Unfortunately, it was just a plan. As soon as she knocked on Thomas's door, his eyes seemed impatient to have a reckoning with Olive.
"Have a seat," he ordered, holding a file that Olive had noticed since earlier. Not that she cared about its contents, as she had memorized them by heart. What she wanted to see was Olive's reaction when she found out what he was going to say.
Olive obeyed and sat on the comfortable couch. It didn't take long for Thomas to sit in front of her, handing her the file that piqued Olive's curiosity. "What's this, sir?"
"Read it," Thomas said, leaning back comfortably.
Olive furrowed her brow but started flipping through the pages one by one.
"I remember that your transfer here was also for a promotion to head teller, right?"
Olive glanced up briefly and nodded. "Yes, sir." It felt incomplete for Olive if she didn't respond to Thomas. "What's this about, sir?"
"This is my assessment of your credibility during
Ever since Olive left his office, Thomas had a lingering sense of unease. Especially when he kept imagining Olive's eyes, as if she were holding back tears. But what could he do? This was indeed his evaluation of Olive's performance. Could he manipulate it? No, he couldn't. Thomas remained within the bounds of professionalism at work. However, he also had to delve into what Olive's real warning signs were.First, she wasn't particularly meticulous.Second, she seemed somewhat emotionally unstable. Proof of that was her frequent grumbling.Third, perhaps because many people praised her for her good work, her actual performance wasn't all that great.That's what Thomas thought about Olive's current situation. That's why he didn't think too much about the document he had given her when he left for home. Whether or not the girl accepted it was up to her; the evaluation had already been made. He would have to wait three more months for his promotion to head te
"Why with your face, Liv?" Seira asked as she moved slowly. The pain in her stomach was still there. Although she hadn't been allowed to go home yet, she could guarantee that she would rest fully for three days. She followed the doctor's instructions for her diet: soft rice with chicken or beef broth. She winced as her back felt stiff. After returning from the hospital, she wasn't allowed to move from her bed at all.This is all because of Koni, her noisy friend who never stops moving. Even though Seira knows best what to do. She's used to being free and unrestricted. She admitted that she neglected her health during her recent illness, especially after the exhausting out-of-town trip.What could she do? Her livelihood depended to some extent on her loyal customers, the ones with plenty of money. Seira couldn't refuse when asked to accompany a guest there. Sometimes she felt tired and bored with the activities she'd been doing for the past twenty years. But Seira reali
Olive still couldn't close her eyes, even though her body was quite tired. Her eyes were a bit sore from crying too much earlier. But she found it difficult to sleep. So, she just stared at Seira, who had been sleeping soundly since earlier."Don't make me worry, Mom," Olive whispered as she moved closer to her mother. "You're all I have."Seira squirmed slightly because of Olive's embrace. Quickly, Olive moved away, as it seemed her mother wasn't comfortable being hugged. The clock in her room showed it was two in the early morning. If she didn't fall asleep within the next hour, she might oversleep later. Or even worse, get too little sleep, which could make her unable to concentrate at work. She was already harboring frustration towards Thomas at work, and she didn't want to add to her list of annoyances by showing her vulnerable side. This included her mistakes at work.Lack of sleep could lead to decreased concentration, right? She didn't want to make small
If he could keep his foot on the gas pedal continuously, Thomas would do it. His mother's arrival at the apartment made his heart work extra hard. There must be something that would prevent Thomas from closing his eyes quickly. Not to mention Kalina's long lecture, like a subway train.This gave Thomas a headache. But how could he refuse? His mother was the woman he loved most in the world. Whatever he did, he always prioritized his mother, even if it meant tuning out her lectures.The car he was driving had entered the apartment complex. If anyone asked why Thomas chose to live in a place like this, the answer was simple. He was alone in Jakarta, with only a few close relatives. Besides, Thomas had long been aware that he didn't have much wealth.Relatives from his late father's side always looked down on him based on what Thomas had. While Thomas worked hard in Jakarta for the sake of his mother back in the village. Instead of buying a house in Jakarta, he cho
Olive carried out her plan. She took a sudden leave. She woke up late, had a leisurely breakfast at Bu Kinan's curry rice stall. She had prepared porridge for her mother with just the broth, although it was initially refused. Olive reminded her of how uncomfortable it was to sleep in the hospital. Fortunately, her mother didn't argue much. She ate quite heartily and took her medicine under Olive's supervision."You should go to work, it's disturbing my rest," Seira grumbled slightly.Olive laughed. "No, I'm really fond of you, Mom. That's why I'm chatty. You're also chatty when I'm sick, right?"Seira remained silent."Today, Olive wants to go to the museum for a little refreshment.""With whom?""Alone, of course. Why bother inviting someone else? It's a hassle. Besides, I can't take you with me, can I?""Are you teasing Mom?"Olive laughed again. It had been a long time since she had such a friendly conversation with her moth
If only the beef soup in Olive's bowl could scream in pain, it would have been screaming since a while ago. The fork in her right hand is mercilessly stabbing the bowl repeatedly. Her breath is filled with irritation, while her eyes remain fixed on her conversation partner. The annoying part is how relaxed he is, enjoying his portion.As if there's no significant burden... Oh God! Can't Olive just vent her anger now? Regardless of this rather elite café (yes, elite! A bowl of beef soup with noodle soup is almost fifty dollars. Not to mention the extras). Olive admits, though... the beef soup is delicious. Although... it doesn't taste as good when eaten in front of Thomas!Yes!Thomas realizes what he said. He called Olive repeatedly until she got annoyed. Eventually, she gives in and answers the call after receiving a threatening text.[+61813***10080: If you don't reply to my messages and calls, once you enter the office, I'll slap you with SP 2]
"Because in Gajah Mada, there hasn't been a teller as capable as required by SAVEFUND's standards. Everyone there has their own standard. Tellers and cashiers interact, but their job descriptions are clearly different. Not to mention customer service. You should know that, right?" Thomas slightly straightened his back. "You happened to be the best there. That's why Bu Sonia didn't push you too hard. As long as you worked according to the company's desired SOP, even small mistakes could be overlooked, Liv.""It's not possible for Mrs. Sonia to be like that. We, as tellers and cashiers, had training during our internship, right, sir? Are you saying that the rules are different between branches? SOP is the foundation, right?""Indeed," Thomas smiled faintly. "But while you're in CBD, can you compare it to how it was in Gajah Mada? Is there any difference?"Olive fell silent."Try to think about it first, is there a difference? Even if it's slight, what CBD d
Well, what can you say? The evaluation has already been given to Olive. She has to be able to accept it, right? Besides, her conversation with Thomas yesterday is starting to make sense. She hasn't lost the opportunity for a promotion to head teller. What's so hard about waiting for three more months? She can also prove herself to be much better than Thomas's previous evaluation."Is Mom feeling better?" Olive asked just before leaving for work. She had prepared breakfast and lunch for her mother, albeit simple. Olive tried to cook in the morning to ensure that her mother's intake was somewhat regulated. She didn't want her mother to get sick again, and she also hoped her mother would be willing to reduce her working hours."I am," Seira looked at Olive with a faint smile. "I see you're in a better mood? Did you have fun during your outing yesterday?"Olive pouted because she knew her plan to roam around the Old Town alone while thinking and calming herself down