My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 117: Jealous Of Chan

(Arata)

"Wow! Nice colour, Arata. You are digging it. It suits you so much more than the black," Miranda told me with widened eyes and her usual sunny smile. It was only because of her super caring and easy disposition that she had lasted so long with Karsten.

"Thank you." I beamed at her as we settled down in her office.

She spread out the file she kept on the board of directors. The sharks of the business world, who chose and decided the future of others. I knew even Karsten needed to keep them happy and satisfied.

Karsten had told me that I was to spend the day with Miranda, learning about them.

Miranda pointed towards a half-bald man in a finely tailored suit.

"So, this is the most important man and investor, Mr Azbial Wittal. He is in his third marriage and his wife’s name is Hukara Wittal. He is also the host today," Miranda explained and I tried to memorise the names.

Taking sticky notes I began to write the names and stick them on their heads. As soon as my eyes would land on them, their names would be the first thing I would see.

We continued late into the afternoon and Chan entered carrying food and drinks and his enthusiastic smile. He waved the take-out bags towards us.

"Ladies, working hard? I am here with the incentive."

I slumped deep into my chair in relief and exclaimed while throwing my own on the desk.

"Foodddddd, Chan, you are a lifesaver." He winked at me and answered.

"I know. Let’s eat."

Placing the bags on Miranda’s desk he began to take out the boxes.

Miranda began clearing her desk to make space while I got up and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands.

The pizza, chicken shots and french fries were delicious and I wanted to lick my fingers.

I cleared my throat to grab their attention. Their eyes darted to me as I began.

"So I wanted to reveal a little secret about myself but it should remain between us."

Both furtively nodded and I revealed who I was.

"Wow, you are cool, Arata," Chan beamed.

"You hid yourself so well; now, with black gone, you do look a completely different person. Thank you for sharing with us," Miranda side-hugged me, placing a kiss in the air near my cheek.

After that, the conversation shifted.

Chan, as usual, began sharing gossip with Miranda, and she was listening with her half mouth open and eyes almost bulging out of her sockets like Tom’s in Tom and Jerry.

"I heard she had Botox and that enhancement surgery. You can feel the extra lift in her, you know." He didn’t say the breasts; he just stared down at his chest area to give us an idea of what he was talking about.

"I knew it, always knew she was fake." Miranda’s slim nose hiked up in disgust.

I was relaxed in my chair, enjoying the slice of my pizza as I asked.

"Who?"

Chan’s head turned towards me as he snorted with a click of his tongue.

"Amanda Bilock. The show stopper for our Winter Gala. The practice is starting in two days, and Mr Karsten is going to be hand-picking the models. But everyone knows she will be permanent. She has been the company’s showstopper for the last two years." He leaned in further towards me before murmuring the next words.

"News was, she and Mr Karsten had tangled under the sheets and that’s how she secured the role." The bite of pizza stuck into my throat at his words and I couldn’t breathe.

"Arata?" Chan sprang from his seat and rushed forward to pat me on my back as I coughed and coughed.

Miranda did the same until the piece was out and I was handed a tissue paper.

The door to the office opened in that instant while Chan was holding my hand and rubbing my back.

My head went in the direction of the door, and a livid-looking Karsten took up the whole space of the doorframe.

"What’s going on here?" He demanded his obsidian, void-like fuming gaze swept from me to Miranda and settled on poor Chan.

As if he had been electrocuted, Chan sprang away from me.

"Um...Arata got some pizza stuck in her throat. We were just thumping her back," Miranda awkwardly explained, keeping her gaze low.

That threatening glare dialled down a notch but didn’t completely disappear.

"You people were supposed to be working, not throwing pizza parties." He glared at a rattled Miranda.

’What were we? His corporate slaves? Or robots who didn’t need to eat or drink to function.’

He then continued his tirade with Chan.

"And why are you even up here? Go down and finish the work I pay you to do." Chan threw an apologetic look my way and scurried off. Sneaking past Karsten was quite a task, for the man was hogging all the space in the doorway. Chan barely managed to squeeze himself through like a cunning mouse while Karsten’s sharp look remained on him until he had disappeared.

It then focused on me as I picked up the glass of water and calmly took a few sips.

"Report to my office, Arata," he brusquely said, before walking away like a mad man.

Miranda shot me a sympathetic look.

"It’s fine, I will handle him." Tiredly getting out of my seat I dragged myself towards his office.

"Enter," his voice boomed through the speaker. Swinging the door open I entered, expecting his bad mood.

He was pacing the infinite space, his thumb and index finger holding his chin as if he was in extremely deep thoughts which had snatched away his night’s sleep.

"Sir!" I called out as respectfully as I could.

His head turned and he tried to pin me with his furious glare. I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to be intimidated by him.

For all I could think, I found his posture kinda possessive.

"Why are you always having lunch with Chan? As my girlfriend, aren’t you supposed to have lunch with me?" He demanded, halting in his steps and facing me.

I couldn’t believe this man. Did he even hear himself and realise how ridiculous he sounded?

"Because he is my friend and we share similar tastes in food while you refuse to eat anything I try to share with you," I answered, glaring back at him.

I wasn’t going to let him control my life just because I was his secretary with benefits.

"So he is your friend now? Or is he something more than a friend? Did you think how it would reflect on your reputation if news spread that you were more interested in him than me," he accused; the inked wrath in his eyes was something I hadn’t seen before.

But he was pissing me off.

"So what if he is? I am not going to let you dictate my life. To say it loud and clear. We are keeping it casual and you are not my real boyfriend. Whom I see or shag should not be your concern," I seethed out in the same tone as he had done.

Huge mistake.

I seemed to have poked the beast for now he was advancing towards me with flared nostrils and dark wrath-filled eyes.