Thomas parked his car exactly in the available slot. Hasan furrowed his brow in confusion when he saw the boss's car parked there again. "Good morning, sir," Hasan greeted as soon as Thomas got out of the car, but his steps hurried to open the door on the side. "Oh, good morning, Hasan. Sorry. Open the door for the Missus first." Hasan was taken aback. Thomas, who used to be rarely friendly, sometimes even had a half-hearted smile, had truly changed. According to the office gossip, his boss had fallen under the Olive Effect. A day without seeing her felt like centuries of separation. When they did meet, it was like a raging Reog performance. When he bowed down, it was only in front of Olive. That was Thomas's version in October this year. Actually, as far as Hasan knew during his time working at SAVEFUND Senayan, his boss rarely responded to women who approached him on a personal level. He behaved like a boss to his subordinates, nothing more.

However, when Thomas descended from the fourth floor and approached Olive, who greeted him with a smile, nothing was amiss. Seriously, Olive could still joke about the bouquet he had given her earlier in the day. She said, "Your money is quite plentiful, huh? Wow... I won't hesitate to spend everything you have."Her smile was priceless to Thomas now. He knew that Olive hadn't had the chance to admire the bouquet properly since the SAVEFUND customers had been quite busy today. Olive had even taken her meals in turns with her coworkers. Their daily work routine remained unchanged. Thomas hadn't created any special situations for Olive just because he was her superior at the Senayan branch. As long as they were both bank employees..."Do you like the bouquet?" Thomas asked after ensuring that Olive had entered the car and was comfortably seated. He gazed at her beautiful face with an unwavering fascination. He also gently caressed her delicate cheek. Thomas knew that whe

Marta had been a bit confused all day because of Thomas' rather strange request. Dela's performance from the beginning of her time at Senayan, along with her achievements and mistakes, was being assessed. It was noted for making year-end bonus evaluations. At SAVEFUND, all achievements and staff progress levels in terms of work were always appreciated, including the amount of the bonus received on December 25th each year."Anything else?" Thomas asked without taking off his glasses."No, Sir. Everything has been since Dela's internship year," Marta straightened her back slightly. "What's going on, Sir?""Oh," Thomas smiled faintly. "The branch in Bogor needs a replacement teller. Mr. Matthew requested someone senior to go there temporarily. Among Yossie and Dela, Dela is more senior, right?""Yes, that's true, Sir," Marta still didn't understand what Thomas was planning. As far as her knowledge went, being Thomas's subordinate and handling the administrat

"Couldn't sleep?" Thomas asks, looking puzzled. He thought Olive would have already fallen asleep in her room, especially after she had complained about being tired from work all day. When they returned, Thomas still had to finalize an important presentation for next week's meeting at the head office."Waiting for you," Olive responds with a pout. "Took forever."Thomas smiles faintly. "I'm sorry." He then rubs Olive's head with a fair amount of guilt. He should have been able to finish it at the office, but unfortunately, he was bombarded with requests from the marketing team all day. If everything gets approved, it won't just be the marketing team getting a bonus, but him too.So was it all in vain? No, definitely not! The bonuses he regularly receives from SAVEFUND because of his approved credit requests are not insignificant. Plus, for year-end bonus calculations, all assessments, including target achievement, are used as a basis to determine the amount of t

"Are you... still feeling sad, Na?" Koni asks the woman sitting beside her. Since getting into the carpool, she's kept her eyes closed. Usually, she'd chat or fix her hair to look beautiful before work. But for the past few days, Koni has noticed that Dena is quieter than usual.The recent question prompts her to open her eyes halfway. "Yeah," she replies shortly. She moves slowly and reaches into her bag, grabbing the cigarette box that's always there. Without needing any command, Koni lights it up for her. Then, with a casual motion, she lowers the car window a bit. Observing the road they're traveling, she says, "Jon, just turn off the AC. I'm smoking.""Sure thing, Miss," Jonno, the chauffeur who picks up the woman almost every day, says. He's quite awestruck by her beauty. In nearly ten years, Seira Denaswari hasn't changed at all. If anything, she's become even more beautiful. Her porcelain-like skin, complemented by red hair this time, has remained captivating.