CHAPTER 4

Beg

"Then why are you here?" he asked again.

"I'll talk to his secretary. Ahm, the girl one. Because you told me that he'll hate it when I talk to his Guy secretary," I stopped when a tear jerking question crossed my mind.

"Wait? Why would he hate if I'll talk to his Guy secretary? Is he jealous?" I asked. Is Mr. Wolkzbin a gay?

"Hmm. Kinda, I'm not sure," he said.

"Oh? Why would he be jealous? Will he be mad at me?" I asked. I really should take his advice not to talk to Mr. Wolkzbin's Guy Secretary. Because if I would... Maybe, Mr. Wolkzbin will hate me to death. Probably, He'll also destroy my life like what he did to his previous employees and Ayen. Oh, holy! 

"Why the fuck he will be mad at you?" he asked just like a gossiper. 

"Coz you said he might get jealous if I'll talk to his guy secretary. That's means, I shouldn't talk to that secretary if I want a peaceful life. And, is he gay?" 

"What the hell and fuck are you fucking thinking young lady?" he said in madness. I should be scared of him by now but I ain't. It's like I know I'm safe with his presence. 

"You told me he will hate to see me talking to his guy secretary and he might get jealous. Maybe, he likes his secretary. Is he a gay?" I said and his burning expression is really visible and he looks like a lion king ready to roar and eat someone. He took a deep breath before looking directly on my eyes. At first, his eyes is dark but after a second it softened. 

"He's not gay. And don't you think that he likes his fucking secretary," Why do I feel that he feels weird when he's pertaining to Mr. Wolkzbin? 

Oh, shit! Is he Mr. Wolkzbin son? But, Mr. Wolkzbin is a bachelor. A relative maybe? 

"Do you know Mr. Wolkzbin?" 

"What are you gonna tell his secretary? What's you reason why you came here?" he asked in a normal tone. And because of that question I suddenly remember why I came here. 

"I need to beg." 

"Beg?" he asked in pure confusion. 

"Yeah, beg," I said while nodding. "I need to beg. I need to have an appointment with him." 

"Why?" he asked. 

"Ah, it's because..." I stopped and get my Identification Card on my bag. "I'm a second year journalism college student at Rusia State University and I need to interview him... Otherwise, I'll lose my scholarship. So, I need to do everything just to talk to him! I need to talk to that Old man!" I said in a fighting voice. 

"What the hell?! Who told you that he's old?!" he said. 

"My instinct," I answered. "He's the finest and best businessman in the whole country now. A Billionaire or a worth of a trillion. And, a young man can't achieve those. Most probably, he's already an old man who succeeded at everything," I concluded but he just sighed in annoyance. 

"Don't you really know him?" he asked again. 

"Do you think I know him?" I asked sarcastically. 

The elevator stopped. I'm now on my destination. The CEO's floor. 

"I'm here," I whispered and take a deep breath as I look at the man beside me. "I have to go now," I said and bid my goodbye. I thought he is on the other floor but he also stepped out. I looked at him in confusion. 

I scan the place and there's no one here, I have to walk and after that I will see Mr. Wolkzbin's secretary. 

"Why are you here?" I asked. 

"I know Mr. Wolkzbin," he said and then I nodded. 

"Of course you know him. You are an employee here," I said in an irritating voice. He just sighed and shook his head. 

I was about to walk away when he touched my elbo making me froze as hell again. My heart instantly beat faster than usual. 

"Wait," he said. 

"W-why?" I asked while stopping myself from uttering. This man has really the great energy to make my heart pounds rapidly. 

"How important the interview to you?" he asked formally. Is he a gossiper? Asking again and again. 

"So much important. That interview is really important to me right at this very moment but I still have a month to ask for an appointment. I know it's hard because he is a busy person and has a lot of important things to take care off. My future depends on that interview. I also need to be confident in front of him. I've heard that the representative of my university did something stupid in his eyes that made her kick out of our school. I don't want to be kick out."

He sighed and look at me intently. 

"Why does your future depends on that interview?" he asked. I was about to tell him but I stopped when I remember how private the reason was. I don't even tell my closet friends about it. And does he thinks I will tell him the reason? 

My heart aches but I chose to ignore it. I look at him directly on his eyes and gave him a small and decent smile. 

"It's important," I said then bow my head. I should get going now. 

Talking to that person is somehow new to me. I'm an introvert, not that anti-social but its really hard for me to talk to someone new or stranger. It's not me! But I feel so comfortable with him. That's why I talk to him with no fear. 

I hate talking to someone, I prefer being alone and keep my low profile. I came from a wealthy and famous family but never in my life they treat me as their family member. And when I grew up, I realized how unimportant I was to them. I'm not even lost to them, for as long as I keep my low and mysterious profile. If my father new that I tell someone about myself... He'll get and put me in isolation place. 

A lady secretary showed in me. She's wearing a very glamorous and professional outfit, her hair is in tied and she's standing with all confidence she has. 

"How may I help you, Miss?" she asked. I gave her my Identification Card and her face frowned. 

"I'm the new representative of my university. I'm here to ask you if I could set an appointment with Mr. Wolkzbin," I said in a low and serious voice. 

She sighed and give back my ID. She looked at me with a sad and disappointed face. 

"I'm sorry, Miss. Mr. Wolkzbin won't-" she didn't finished the line when someone interrupted. 

"She'll have an appointment. Tomorrow morning," said by a cold and familiar baritone voice.