Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Chapter 11 - The New CEO

While wrestling with the pile of reports, Lisa called the janitor to bring her a cup of tea. Her eyes were still swollen, her mind was still confused even though the effects of the alcohol from her hangover two days ago had worn out. Lisa hoped that a cup of hot tea could ease her current discomfort. She worked on the mountains of reports with great displeasure. Lisa wanted to come home soon and lay down her lethargic body.

Five minutes after that, an office boy in a blue uniform and black pants walked in with a tray, on top of which was a cup of hot tea. Smoke rising from the cup. Seeing the tea smoke puff from her desk, Lisa was even more tempted to take a quick sip.

"This is your tea,Miss." Said the office boy with a happy smile.

"Thank you, Joko." Lisa grabbed the cup and sniffed it. The scent of rose tea filled her choked chest, and made her mind relaxed. She could get the *** reports back on.

"Anyway, Miss Lisa," Asked the office boy softly, "Is it true that you are no longer dating Mr. Aditya?"

"Gosh, this must be Karina's doing again!" Lisa sighed and rolled her eyes.

"You see, Ma'am, I don't believe what Miss Karina said from the second floor. So I just want to confirm. Sorry if I disturb you." The office boy looked down in shame.

"It's okay, you didn't bother me. About that, don't trust anything Karina said. Her mouth looks like a leaky bucket indeed!"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I understand now. It's impossible for someone as successful as Ms. Lisa has no boyfriend. Miss Karina is wrong with that nonsense!" Joko then took the tray and rushed back to the pantry.

Lisa just laughed dryly hiding the real story. She didn't want other people to pry on her private matters. For her, office workers did not need to know what was going on in her life.

Andien, who had been passing by and taking files from the fifth floor, suddenly walked to Lisa's desk, "By the way Lis, I'm still curious about the foreigner you talked about earlier."

"Ndien, continue your work. The break time is still four hours away!" Said Lisa firmly.

"Well, if you relax a little, it's okay! Earlier, I went to the fifth floor to pick up the files in the archive room, then accidentally I saw that there was a cute foreigner like that!"

"Ah, you must be dreaming Ndien! The only foreigner in this office is President Director Peter. Only Mr. Peter himself!" Said Lisa incredulously.

"Seriously, Lis! He's so handsome! He's tall, has white skin and looks like a model!" Andien's eyes began to sparkle.

"Duh, that's what happens if you watch too many dramas. Now go back to work again Ndien! If you can't finish your work, you know what happened next, right?" Lisa looked into Andien's eyes with a fierce gaze.

"Ouch, yes Madam Manager!" Andien turned around happily while carrying the files to her desk.

'Foreigner? How come I remembered what Dimas said two days ago.' Lisa pursed her lips and continued to focus on her work.

"Mrs. Lisa." A tall and burly man approached her. His face was almost expressionless, flat and hard as a rock, "The president is asking for your presence." Said a man named Dani Sitohang, personal assistant to the president director of Petersson Communication.

Lisa stopped her work and wondered, what else could the president do this time? With steady steps, she left the finance department room towards the president's office.

In the president's room, sat a middle-aged man with a thick gray mustache and sideburns. His face was filled with wrinkles, especially on the cheeks and near the lips. His lids were deep, decorated with blue eyes as bright as the morning sky. His hair was wavy and almost silver in color. This middle-aged man had foreign facial features because he was not a local. Peter Petersson, CEO of Petersson Communication. It had been more than twenty years since he led the company owned by his great grandfather.

Dani knocked on the door to the president's room with his big, solid fingers. Slowly Lisa came in, straightened her slightly slanted blazer skirt and collar.

"Good morning Mr. Peter, are you looking for me?" Lisa asked politely and straightforwardly.

"Ah Lisa, my favorite employee. Come here." Said Peter. Lisa then sat on the chair directly in front of Peter, her hands on her black skirt, her legs crossed.

"You want to talk to me?" Lisa politely asked.

"Lisa, I've been running this company for a long time before you were even born. The Petersson Communications company is indeed my family's company. You understand that, right?"

Lisa nodded in agreement. Her gaze focused on the tall man.

"It is time for me to resign from this company Lisa, you understand that I am very old to lead this company, right?"

Again, Lisa nodded, she hadn't even said a word since she sat down.

"The reason I call you alone is actually because I have an offer that is quite interesting for you."

Lisa's eyes lit up when she heard Peter's offer, "Oh, yeah? What kind of offer, sir?"

"But this offer could be very upsetting to you because…" Peter cleared his throat, "Your position as financial manager had to be revoked."

Hearing Peter's words, Lisa's eyes widened in shock. It was like being struck by lightning in broad daylight!

"Sir, this is unfair! I've worked really hard to be promoted at a young age!" Lisa's voice began to rise.

"Yes, I understand, you must be disappointed. But you still need this job, don't you Lisa?"

"Sir, on what basis have you resigned my position as manager?"

"Look Lisa, listen to me first." Peter linked his hands together and continued, "I know very well, you are indeed one of the best employees in this company. I even watched your performance from the time you worked here until this second. But I was forced to give you an offer to make you the personal secretary for the new president director of Petersson Communication!"

"New president? What do you mean Mr. Peter?" Lisa still looked at the middle-aged man with a serious gaze.

"So Lisa, my son will replace me here. Take it easy, he has experience in the world of communication and is not a graduate of playing games!"

"Then what has that got to do with my new position as personal secretary?"

"What if I introduce you directly to my son? Oscar, come here!" Peter snapped his fingers.

A tall man with a European face slowly walked into Peter's office. His eyes were blue as bright as the morning sky, with golden curls that sparkled in the sun. His figure was exactly like the younger version of Peter.

Lisa was stunned to see the strange man in front of her. The man exchanged glances with her. Lisa seemed to have met the man before but she'd forgotten where. He looked foreign but somewhat familiar.

"Good morning, I'm Oscar." Oscar said politely. He smiled and held out his hand to shake hands with Lisa. The woman took that hand and shook it.

"So from now on, my son Oscar will be president of Petersson Communication. And you Lisa, will be his private secretary starting next week." Peter tapped Oscar on the shoulder and smiled at Lisa.

"Really? I do not understand the reason you lowered my position!"

"Lisa, Oscar is still young. Even though he is experienced in his field, he still needs guidance, especially the guidance of a persistent woman like you."

"With your help, you will teach Oscar to be able to work and adapt to Indonesians."

"But Mr Peter," Lisa said in a disappointed tone, "Why should I?"

"The offer is, do you still want to work here or not?" Peter stepped toward Lisa and stood right in front of her.

"If you do, you should be willing to be Oscar's private secretary." Said Peter in a cold and a little cruel voice, "If not, you can take your final paycheck tomorrow, okay?"

The aura of this middle-aged man immediately turned tense. The president's office turned cold and quiet at once. Lisa just bowed her head helplessly, "Understood, sir."

"Okay, then. I'll ask permission to resign. Take good care of my child, will you, Lisa? I always believe in you!"

The two European men began to speak a foreign language. Lisa just looked at the two of them from where she stood, guessing what they were talking about? What language was that? Clearly they didn't speak English!

"Son, please don't crush this woman like you do with other women!"

"Yes Papa," Answered Oscar in a language very foreign to Lisa's ear.

"Good, Papa will go first!"

Peter left the president's office with Dani. Only Oscar was left with Lisa in the cold and silent room.

"Hi Lisa, we meet again," Oscar said, his eyes meeting Lisa's.

'We meet again? How does this man know me?' The woman wondered in shock.