Marta, with her wide smile, knocked on the door of her crush's office. But don't get it wrong, her heart was waving the flag of defeat, even though she wouldn't admit it. She hadn't lost, not really. She just kept facing rejection. It happened so often that she had memorized that Thomas's smile was mostly a facade. Thomas only ate lunch with Marta when there were other colleagues around.Don't expect her to get a moment alone with Thomas. Oh, except for that one night when he gave her a ride because Marta didn't have her own vehicle. That was a rare exception. If only Thomas would talk more. But no, he remained as silent as a rock, answering Marta's questions briefly. The rest of the conversation was about preparations for the upcoming gathering, including the readiness of the apartment complex that had just been delivered today. Since the theme for this year's event was "princess" and elegant evening gowns, some people rented apartments to match. Others just rented the acces

Dela just couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. Calm down, there was no earthquake, tsunami, or mall collapse under their feet. But something even more mind-boggling had occurred in the western part of Senayan. Dela couldn't have misread the message, and she definitely couldn't ignore Olive's suddenly red face. Not embarrassment; Olive was furious, no doubt.Just ordering food made her snappy with the server. Even though the server was innocent, Dela knew that. Saying thank you after the order was completed, Olive still couldn't act normal. Was the order from her boss, in this case, clearly Mr. Thomas, so infuriating to Olive? After all, it was nice to receive two million rupiahs for free.But..."Olive," Dela finally called out after successfully catching up to Olive, who was practically as wide as a soccer field away from the office as quickly as possible. Even from behind, you could see smoke rising from Olive's body. In an anime, that's a sig

Thomas grumbled in annoyance at Olive's behavior earlier. Why did she bring Marta into this? What does Marta have to do with anything? Plus, the woman looked amused, even though Thomas had no intention of doing anything. Especially not what Olive suggested. There's no way he would approach Marta, let alone give her a gift.Oh, God! This is all because of Olive's outrageous provocation."Is it true that you want to give me a gift?" Marta asks, batting her eyelashes.If it weren't for his determination to remain patient and sane, Thomas would have already asked her to leave his office. Especially when her eyes were filled with hope and her lips curled into a shy smile. Thomas wasn't oblivious to what Marta was doing to him. Somehow, she refused to give up, even though Thomas had never responded to her advances.He had only been courteous."Uh... not really a gift, Marta," Thomas grimaces. "I mean, Olive earlier, since she's busy at the counter and ca

Thomas couldn't count how many times he laughed, really, too many to count. He was so satisfied, to the point where his stomach started hurting. Surprisingly, he didn't feel the usual traffic jam on the Sudirman-Thamrin road tonight. Was it because of Olive's story that kept making him burst into laughter?"Want to repeat that?" Thomas asked."Do you enjoy making fun of me so much?" Olive responded. "I'm not joking anymore, you know. I'm actually quite irritated. Extremely irritated!" Olive folded her arms across her chest. She was also puzzled why the story about Dela flowed so smoothly, just like the title of a song playing on the radio in Thomas's car.He hadn't forgotten how his reflexes made him pull his boss out of the room. Thomas? Well, he was just fine with it! Being pulled by Olive meant avoiding unnecessary confrontation, no matter who saw it. If he were to be blamed, it would become hot gossip in the office. That way, Thomas could easily point out th

Driving Olive home, Thomas couldn't stop smiling. Even though, well... he had to be magnanimous about Olive's outrageous behavior in his eyes. As long as he had known her, his eyes had never met a girl like Olive. All the women he knew, whether at the office or the headquarters, or those he accidentally met, whether in a mall, gym, or cafe, they all spoke softly. Calm. Their smiles were shy and seemed polite.Thomas realized that he was handsome. He maintained his body posture with regular gym classes. He also always sharpened his intelligence with stacks of books on banking. Not to mention, he had to work extra hard for his wallet to always be thick and support his comfortable life in this foreign land. Maybe because of this, he often became the center of attention where he was sometimes favored. Sometimes, someone would take the initiative to get to know him.One or two times talking on the phone or meeting in person, Thomas withdrew regularly. Most of the women were