Aura gave a list of orders ordered by a lone old man who had just arrived at their cafe to Thomas—her part-timer, who was now able to do his job well without making a mistake to immediately prepare the order. All thanks to her promise to give the man the chance to make his first coffee next week, following Keith's suggestion the other day. If she knew it would be turned like this, she should have done it in the first place."Aura?"Keith called out to her name in a whisper while she was at the cash register, causing her to turn to face the man at once."I've given you a chance to approach her. Don't forget your job.""I know, Boss," she said when she saw her friend's tense face. "But the evidence I found is still scanty.""So you still have no progress with the investigation?"She had no choice but to confirm Keith's question weakly. Honestly, the mission Keith gave this time was more difficult than all her previous mission

Alan had just finished tidying up their belongings when they returned from their week's holiday to Bali. Most of them were souvenirs that Tatius bought as gifts that were given to his coworkers at the restaurant where the man worked as a farewell gift for resigning from his job yesterday after he had the opportunity to discuss his decision with Tatius.He knew that his boyfriend had objected when he made the offer because he knew very well that Tatius liked his job. But the man did not protest with his decision at all, just agreed to his offer. Even though he had prepared the worst thing; greeted by Tatius's relentless scolding, which he thought would reject his idea, considering that he had been working there for six years. Whatever changes the image of his boyfriend's reaction, he did not care. The important thing, Tatius willingness to accept his offer to work at Keith's cafe was more than enough for him. And it meant, he would not lose Tatius.Wiping the swea

The man asked the burly man that escorted Keith before, to leave him and the man in a fairly large and spacious room. The man then invited him to sit down, while the man himself still sat on his chair, rested his hands on his desk and forming a pyramid. The man's eyes remained fixed on him as if the man was observing him like a jewel to make her stifled. Only the clock in the wall near the windows at the right side of the man's desk ticking, with the clean sound of the air conditioner doing its great job of cooling the room, while at the outside of the room he was right now, he could still hear Alan arguing with Skylar's men.Ah, it was happening again. Looked like his hot-blooded best friend was making a scene again. He could only hope that his friend would still remember his warning before entering the building properly, so as not to cause trouble for both parties."Frankly, I still can't believe the news of your marriage to that woman named Clark," the man sai

Marie watched the share price of her company move in an increasingly sinister direction on her computer screen. She kept tapping the pen she had been holding for two hours to calm herself down, which had become a habit whenever she felt anxious. In the past, when she was a child and always got worried easily, she grew a bad habit of biting her nails, making her mother angry. Her mother thought it was a bad habit that would damage her nails and not good for a woman to built that bad habit as her mother was a traditional woman who thought that woman should act just like society always told her. So her mother taught her to transfer the bad habit to another place, tapping things, just like the pen she was holding right now.Still not seeing anything good from her computer screen, she took a deep sigh, stopped tapping her pen and move her attention to the piles of documents on her des

Keith got out of the cab, which had now disappeared from his path, dropping it off in the parking lot of the Clark Corp. building—his wife's company—which he had not had a chance to visit since their wedding. For a moment, he spent his time staring at the majestic building. He tightened the oversized white jacket with the accent straps around his shoulders and arms, which was quite successful in dispelling the cold air around him, remembering that the season was now entering autumn, then entering the building. A black-and-white short-collared sweater with upside-down small black triangles patterns, black semi-formal trousers and ankle boots made of vegan leather made his appearance look much younger than his actual age. So many times he found people there looking at him in astonishment. Some even greeted him in a friendly contrived voice, asking the reason for his presence in the building. Many of them thought he was visiting the building to meet his parents. He only rep