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It was her, Athalia.
I know this is for an interview, but I was the one who gets nervous.
Then, I call out her name for an interview.
She looked even prettier and super hot.
But the funny thing is she didn't even recognise who I was.
She hasn't married yet, and it was a good thing to hear.
So, after finished interviewing, she went home.
My clerk and I were busy picking up the new personal assistant. As she suggested that candidate 1 is the most suitable for the job, deep inside my heart, I was trying to pick Athalia. So, I did. They are some who were more suitable for the job, but I still pick Athalia.
She works at my company for about one month. But she still hasn't recognised me.
Because she was my personal assistant, so she will be with me all the time. Sometimes we had a talk, going to take lunch together. I have never done it before with my personal assistant, but I just treated her differently than others.
Because she was my personal assistant, so she will be with me all the time. Sometimes we had a talk, going to take lunch together. I have never done it before with my personal assistant, but I just treated her differently than others.
We talk and share about everything, and we got closer just like in old times.
We both got too closed until a thing happened. We are more than just coworkers.
We both got too closed until a thing happened. We are more than just coworkers.
After three months, we have this secretive scandal—something about to get exposed.
During our holiday, just me and her, going to Bali, Indonesia. She left her phone on the table; I didn't know what her password is. But, I saw the name popped out from the screen. It showed "Honey".
At that moment, I felt like something is not right.
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So, I ask the hotel manager to check us out that day. I buy a ticket aeroplane on the spot, and we had a scheduled plane in the evening.
We left that evening.
I didn't tell her anything, I didn't talk, I just keep quiet, but she seems to panic.
After a few hours, we arrived back home. At the airport, I asked Athalia to get a taxi and go home by herself. Athalia was showing an annoying face.
I didn't explain anything to her.
Until the next day, in the early morning, she came to my office.
She slapped me and asked me why she did that with angry tones.
"You Bitch!" I shouted to her.
At that moment, the environment of the company became weird. The whole workers heard us.
At that moment, the environment of the company became weird. The whole workers heard us.
I told her I saw the text. Then, the tears came out of her eyes.
"You are a liar", I added.
She had been married to someone for three years, but she fakes her resume to get a job in my company. In fact, she just wanted to take advantage of someone else.
She begged me to forgive her and take her back. Well, I don't do that. I have to be fair, so I fired her.
How much she changed for three years had made me completely shocked.
The funny thing is, even we were always together, she still doesn't recognise me.
Well, thank you, I love you, Athalia.
Well, thank you, I love you, Athalia.
Disclaimer; The character and name used in this short story are a made-up name, and it is based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locale or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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