Dream With Ceo

2. Tamara

Adam James, a 32-year-old man who had fine hair on his chin, entered the study. Not long after the arrival of his secretary, who did not forget he had forgotten, the woman knocked on the door of the study. The figure named Tamara Wilson is indeed said to be a woman who is close to perfect. But, somehow, Adam himself did not have any premonitions against him.

Adam ordered Tamara, who is often called Ara, to sit down. The woman then showed Adam the files that needed to be signed and also revealed the details about the files.

True, Tamara was beautiful. Adam admitted that the woman then stood next to him, and the smell of galbanum wafted into his sense of smell. Tamara's face was very close to Adam's. The woman is good at explaining anything that needs to be signed. Adam then appointed Tamara as his secretary.

“And for tomorrow's schedule, you have to meet with Mr. Sam. He asked his father to meet him.”

"Sir?”

“Oh yes, well then. Thank you, Tamara.”

“Mr. Adam, why Sir? Is there an explanation from me that makes you not understand?”

Adam shrugged. “No. It's all clear. You can go back to your room." Go to Adam. Tamara put her hand on Adam's shoulder. “If you need a story, if you want, I'm ready to listen,” said Tamara. Adam saw the hand. Tamara smiled as she put her hand away. “Sorry if I was not polite. I just don't want you to bear the burden alone,” explained Tamara.

“No Tamara, I'm fine. "You can go back to work," Adam said. “Really, Sir?”

“I also don't mind if you want me to listen to your story.”

"Tamara, go away.”

Tamara smiled, Yes, she was as sexy as Levin said she really was. Instead of leaving, Tamara moved to the back of the CEO's chair. Adam did not think about the behavior of his secretary.

***

Arriving at his mansion, the man immediately landed himself on a large, dark brown sofa. Putting the suitcase on the table, he leaned his back and one of his legs was on top of the other. He put both his hands on the sofa. In a mansion this big, living alone, lonely? Sometimes it feels like that. A reasonable feeling, isn't it? However, the man always ignored her.

He felt his phone shake, and one of his hands reached into the phone. When he looked at the name ‘Alfred ' on the screen, he smiled obliquely, very scared. It's a long-awaited wait. Alfred came back to him. Adam desperately needed the man's help.

Only Alfred could handle the problem. Apart from women and marriage. There was something more important that Adam needed to finish. Adam picked up the phone from Alfred.

"Hello?” say hello to the man across the phone. Adam then replied. "Finally you appear too," said Adam, one corner of his lips lifted.

Meanwhile, still in New York City. In the morning, the couple were arguing again.

“Since when did you come home?"Elena asked nicely. However, the answer from the husband made Elena embittered. “Do I have to tell you if I'm home or not? You're not that important, Elena!” snapped the grim guy.

Elene said ‘ ' how long will he be arrogant like that?’

The morning was supposed to be a couple of sweet moments. Unlike Elena, who always gets a slap from the person who has the status of her husband, Barnard. In the morning, he made breakfast. Nothing was touched by the man. Barnard even chose to go straight to the office. I don't care about his presence at all. As if Elena wasn't there. He was just a statue to that man.

If only not survive for the sake of both parents. Perhaps Elena had already chosen to finish her life. Because there was no longer anything that could make him survive. The dreams of the household that he once wanted were just a fantasy. What she imagined would be living in harmony, living with her husband and their children later, only happened in her mind.

Elena felt that the food tasted bland. Until life gets boring. Elena sat alone at the dinner table. Barnard always ignored the breakfast he served. The food on the table is just a treat. Elena let go of the fork in her hand until it caused a sound. She didn't really want to survive. Everything he does is forced.

Forced like anything. In fact, he still loses. Hope is always there. But, with Barnard, Elena did not have those hopes. I don't think he has anything to defend. Until this morning, he was waiting for everything to get better, in fact, the same. Equally bad. There is no change or development.

At a time when he should feel the pleasure of living a luxurious life, full of adequacy, and abundant wealth, at a time when he should be able to enjoy the days on the streets of New York City. Instead, he would risk his own life. The price he has, which he has, is not what he really has.

Even though she was married to Barnard, Elena never really felt like she had anything in the House. She was never Mrs. Anderson. The last name is just a name.

In fact, he also never wanted it all to fall apart.

***

A beautiful woman is wearing a face mask while lying on a mattress while looking at a magazine. He enjoyed the evening while taking care of himself. Even though she is beautiful, that doesn't mean she is lazy to take care of herself. No, Tamara will have to take more and more care of her physique and appearance.

He opened the next magazine. The magazine of famous models from the Vogue fashion brand made him interested in having a variety of clothes that appeared there. Sometimes you want to be a model. However, it was her destiny to become a secretary only. After about 20 minutes, she washed her face with the mask she had been wearing.

Putting the magazine on the table, he went to the toilet. It didn't take long before he washed his face. Then, I went back to bed again. Her cell phone rang. She thought it was from Adam. It turned out that the call was from Levin.

Tamara answered the call. He held the phone close to his ear.

"Hello?”