Chapter 5
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Actually, Diana knew that it was Luna who made the mistake in the president's office. But she deliberately scolded Venus, just to vent her frustration. Because earlier she had also been reprimanded by Mr. Jose, the right-hand man of
Mr. Libra. And now, Diana deliberately told Venus to make tea for Mr. Libra. Because she wanted Venus to be scolded by Mr. Libra. Just like Luna and herself.
"Why are you so quiet?" Diana snapped, trying to hold back her laughter. She could see Venus was scared and confused.
"I, um..." Venus stared at the cup of tea Luna had made and tried to remember what was wrong with her friend's tea.
"Can you work or not? Hurry up and make the drinks!" Diana snapped.
"Yes, ma'am." Venus immediately made the drink.
"It's ready, Ma'am." Venus placed the drink on the table.
Why did you give it to me?
"Oh, right, I forgot." Venus was so confused and frightened that she forgot the tea was for Mr. Libra.
Venus immediately took the cup of tea to Mr. Libra's room.
"Come in..." Jose opened the door and invited the woman to enter.
Venus, frightened and nervous, walked toward Mr. Libra's desk. She saw Mr. Libra, who was busy with several files in his hands.
"Here's your tea, sir." Venus placed the teacup on the table and intended to leave the room immediately.
"You stay here!" Josemenghentikan stopped Venus in her tracks. Venus nodded her head, looking ahead. And only then did she realize that her friend was still there.
was in the room. Luna was seen cleaning the carpet that had been stained with tea.
"Who made this drink?" asked Libra, placing the cup on the table.
"I am, sir," replied Venus, with her head bowed.
"It feels normal," said Libra, with a flat expression.
"Damn, I'm going to get scolded for this," Venus muttered to herself, cold sweat pouring down her face.
"But..."
Hearing the word "but," Jose and Venus immediately looked at Mr. Libra.
"But it's not bad..." said Libra, in a flat voice.
"Is it decent or delicious, sir?" asked Venus, then immediately covered her mouth.
"Oh my God, my mouth. First I farted, now I've said something stupid." Venus muttered to herself, cursing her mistake.
"I said it's okay, it's okay!" Libra snapped, staring sharply at her employees. "And starting tomorrow, at exactly ten o'clock, my tea must be on the table. Not a drop more, not a drop less. If you're even a second late, I'll punish you!" Libra ordered, staring at the office girls.
And again his eyes met those intense eyes, and Mars quickly looked away.
"Very well, sir..." said Venus.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out!" Libra snapped.
"Yes, sir." Venus walked over to Luna.
"I said get out!" snapped Libra, when she saw the office girl walking into the middle of the room.
"I want to help my friend first, sir! Is that okay?" asked Venus. Libra remained silent, neither forbidding nor allowing it. He preferred to continue his work, examining the files on the table. His work was far more important than anything else. Seeing that Mr. Libra did not forbid it, Venus plucked up her courage and helped Luna clean the expensive carpet. After they finished cleaning, Venus and Luna excused themselves and left the room.
"Wait a minute!" Jose stopped the two office girls after receiving orders from Mr. Libra. "Starting tomorrow, it is strictly forbidden to look at Mr. Libra! And that means you must bow your heads when you meet Mr. Libra," he said.
Jose, with a blank expression. Venus and Luna looked at each other with confused faces.
"Does that mean every time we both enter Mr. Libra's room, we have to bow our heads?" asked Venus, wanting to be sure. Because of how she felt, Mr. Jose just stared at her.
"That rule is only for you," Jose replied.
"I..." Venus pointed at herself.
Jose nodded his head, wondering why Mr. Libra had made such a strange request. And that request was only for a woman who, as far as he could remember, was named
Venus.
"But sir, why only --" Venus' words were cut off when Luna stepped on her foot.
"All right, sir, my friend understands." Luna hurried out of the room, dragging Venus's hand with her.
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