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"How does it feel to be hugged by Mr. Big Boss?" Selena had received that question all day, and the girl answered it with a thin smile, confused because she wasn't happy being treated like that but was afraid.
"Didn't you see that Selena was covered in cold sweat?" It was the voice of the middle-aged person who was Selena's cigarette roller. "Luckily, Mr. Rajendra was immediately distracted because he saw you guys starting to deposit cigarettes with the foreman."
"And some people were fired afterward," sighed gloomyly some of the people sitting on the bench.
"Don't worry." The senior voice who had worked for almost ten years at Star Globalindo said, "They got severance pay and reference letters so they can still look for work in other cigarette factories."
"It's fortunate that management still has a heart," said a worker. But it's nice to be a beautiful girl and pass Mr. Rajendra's inspection." The voice sounded followed by a cynical glance.
Selena fell silent when she heard the discordant voice, her face lowered, and she squeezed the spoon in her hand, holding back tears because people thought she was special because of her face.
"Did you see Selena take off her mask?" The voice was loud with an annoyed chuckle. "Mr. Rajendra did that because he knew the work of Selena, who had only worked for 3 days at this factory."
"Never mind, my rest time is over. I want to chase my target. I'm still short of 2500 cigarettes!" The woman got up and took Selena's hand to come with her.
"Just leave them! They're jealous of you," said the miller full of laughter, causing a smile on Selena's face.
Three days of working at a cigarette factory, leaving at half past six in the morning and coming home at six in the afternoon, made Selena's spine crushed. The girl repeatedly stretched her back muscles while gently massaging them. Not only that, her hands were also swollen from constant pressure with the scissors.
No options work for Selena because it is the only job that does not require a high degree.
"Want to make tea?" The voice came, followed by his figure coming with crutches to support his body.
"No. Selena will make it herself later." Selena smiled, "Just rest, you must be tired too." Her older brother, Affandi, works looking after a neighbor's garden for a salary of 50 thousand rupiah /day.
"You must be much more tired than brother. You don't have time to rest," said Affandi with his face downcast sadly. "If the accident hadn't happened, I could still work as a factory worker with a higher salary." Affandi lowered his head, not wanting his younger brother to see him holding back tears.
"Don't blame yourself. This is all fate." Selena's hand reached out, lifting her brother's face with a faint smile. "The most important thing is that you survived that tragedy."
At that time, Luna was 17 years old when her older brother worked at a leading perfume factory. Their economy was fine and their father's condition was very healthy, but one night things changed 180 degrees. A big fire broke out in the factory due to the actions of a welder who was smoking carelessly, which sparked a big fire that burned down several of the company's buildings Affandi, who was on the night shift at that time, tried to save his friend, who was trapped in the bathroom. Affandi and his friend managed to get out at the last second before the fire got bigger, but unfortunately, wooden support collapsed in the fire and hit the young man's right leg. His leg was badly injured, and inevitably it had to be amputated.
"If you are strong! Selena also has to be stronger because Selena is your little sister." Selena took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were about to flow. "Selena will take care of you and Bapak."
"You're so stupid! Everywhere, older brothers have to protect their younger siblings," said Affandi with glowing eyes.
You've been looking after Selena for the last 20 years, and now it's Selena's job to look after you." Selena smiled faintly amidst her tears and hugged her brother, sharing their sadness and affection, together.
At 9 pm, Selena came out of the house after opening her father's bedroom door to say goodbye to the middle-aged man. Selena tightened her jacket, put on a helmet, and started her automatic motorcycle towards her second place of work.
Maximilian.
Selena works part-time as a waiter from 10 p.m. to 1 a.m., Selena has been working for almost a month.
Luxury club' with many branches in big cities in Indonesia.
Selena's body is tired, but for her, money is the most important thing she needs right now—to meet her living needs and also to pay for her father's care.
Selena doesn't care what people say about her working at the club because she is there purely to work, not to sell herself as a prostitute.
Selena took off her jacket and put it in the locker, tidied her clothes, and then took her makeup to make her face more attractive.
"Hopefully the tips you receive today are greater than the tips you received yesterday." The tips given by visitors are far greater than her wages as a drink delivery girl.
"Selena, take this drink to VIP room 3." The bartender gave the girl an ice bucket filled with alcoholic drinks and several side dishes.
"Okay," nodded Selena quickly.
Selena rushed to the second floor of room 3 after previously passing through a sea of people who were moving their bodies wildly under the music.
"Excuse me. Excuse me." Selena desperately avoided the naughty hands that were trying to touch her body.
"Baby girl... do you want to accompany me?" The man standing in front of Selena was drunk with a red face and a body that didn't stand perfectly.
"Sorry, sir. You seem drunk. Let me take you to your table." Luckily, the guard club came and helped Selena in time.
"Thank you," Selena said silently, and the club guard responded with a sweet smile.
"Sigh." Selena went upstairs carefully steps before finally stopping in room 3.
The door to the room opened before Selena knocked on it, and Selena's dark eyes widened for a few seconds when she recognized the man with glasses in front of her.
Selena lowered her head quickly, avoiding the man's gaze.
"Is this our master's order?"
"Yes, this is an order for room 03, sir." Selena's voice was soft.
"Please come in." The man with glasses named Dimas took one step back, making room for the drink delivery man to enter.
As soon as she stepped in, Selena's legs almost went limp like jelly when her eyes caught the vulgar scene with the disgusting sighs in the room.
Selena recognized the person who was having s*x on the sofa with the beautiful b***h in the black dress. Someone who, with his subtle, subtle style, hugged and held Selena's hand this afternoon.
Selena took a slow breath, stepped closer while lowering her face and also avoiding her eyes from the adult scene taking place in front of her.
"You said one of your factory workers was stunning?" The voice floated.
"Well." The answer came out of the master's lips, followed by a groan of pleasure, "Her face is beautiful, even though I didn't see her whole face."
"Really? Do you know her name?"
"Of course I know." Rajendra's voice was muffled for a few seconds. "She is Selena..."
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