Hello, CEO! Don’t Play With Me!

“Giselle,” Justin called, causing her to immediately stop what she was doing. Noticing the many fashion magazines scattered in Justin’s study.

In four hours he had to be at the airport. The flight to Milan for quarantine had already begun. Many congratulated her and wished her victory. Although Giselle had her doubts, at least a word is a prayer, right?

Who knows, it might actually come true. But there are many things that make Giselle seem hesitant to step up. Apart from the fact that her rivals had really been in the game for a long time, they must also have amazing experience. Unlike her who has minimal experience.

“We have something to discuss before you leave.”

Giselle frowned. “I’ve been waiting for you. You were too busy with other things to ignore me.” The girl went back to clinging to Justin who never got rid of her. Evidently, Justin only chuckled in response to Giselle’s spoiled and sulking behavior.

“You know, next year’s project is about to start. I still haven’t found the right person to carry it.”

Giselle nodded obediently. “I understand.” She quickly followed Justin to the meeting room. Usually Irena and Brina, as well as Nico and Hans, discussed many things with Justin in this room. As the owner, Justin must be able to see from several aspects, not just from external factors. Internal factors related to staffing and employee welfare are also a concern for Justin so that SEO continues to run and stand tall, even years later.

“I didn’t expect you to win,” Justin said as he closed the door. He let Giselle sit in one of the chairs. The room was air-conditioned so at least whoever entered the room would be comfortable.

“That’s mean,” Giselle replied with a frown. “You didn’t wish me luck like everyone else. You’re really annoying, Justin.”

That remark was greeted with a cheerful laugh from the man. Sitting in front of Giselle with her arms folded across her chest. The beautiful face was still filled with annoyance. In contrast to her appearance which Justin thought was very cheerful. Wearing a bandana with a cat’s paw, holding back her beautifully flowing hair. His black eyeballs were the same color as the oversized sweater he was wearing. Her body was wrapped in a knee-length fanta pink dress as part of the fashion that Justin thought Giselle was wearing.

Energetic and looks excited.

“I think and see logically. You’re new to the modeling world. Your experience is minimal and even the way you walked last time, there were still mistakes. I can still tolerate it, though. You take it easy, only a keen eye can see those mistakes.”

Giselle pouted even more. She even turned away and refused to look at each other. Only in front of Justin, she was free to express herself like this. In front of other people, she needed a lot of courage and needed to be made to believe that the other person did not have a specific intention. Her trauma of being close to new people made her very wary.

But why not Andrew? At that time, Giselle asked to be accompanied to her mother’s grave.

Remembering that immediately made Giselle shake her head strongly. Andrew had brought her and accompanied her because of Justin’s orders. There was no way she could refuse. Right?

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Justin with a suspicious look. “Is something making you uncomfortable?”

Giselle immediately took control of herself. Shaking off the image of Andrew that was suddenly in her mind’s eye. Not because she missed him, for God’s sake! The thought of that was impossible. But her head was full of questions, how could Justin trust Andrew? After what he told him about the man?

“Nothing.” Giselle chose to smile broadly. “So what did you want to say?”

Justin still gave her a suspicious look but since Giselle didn’t speak, he assumed she hadn’t encountered anything that made him uncomfortable. “Besides you don’t have to have high expectations, but still, you have to perform your best.”

“I understand that,” Giselle said immediately.

“But don’t get your hopes up. I’m afraid you’ll get overwhelmed. Just go through the carnival well. Participate in all the events that are organized. Socialize as much as you can with people you feel comfortable with. Don’t let it bother you to be there.”

“That’s easy.”

Justin spluttered. “I don’t accept twenty-four hour service when you need a good, thoughtful listener.”

The smile on Giselle’s face was gone. It was replaced with an annoyed frown on her lips. “You want to bring down my mood?”

Justin laughed excitedly. “Turns out it’s fun to tease you. And I’m definitely going to miss you for the next two weeks. Take good care of yourself there. Don’t ever fall behind on your vitamins, Brina’s got you covered, right?”

Giselle nodded immediately.

“Don’t eat too much chocolate and go to bed on time. I know you’re breaking it quietly, Giselle. Do you think I’m blind to the sleeping hours of my models, especially you?”

“Gosh, you really are like Mama. So noisy and chatty.”

Inevitably, Giselle’s forehead received an easy target. How could Justin care less about her moaning in pain because he could just talk like that without any guilt? In fact, everything Justin said was for Giselle’s benefit during the quarantine because he knew how strict the models who followed the quarantine agenda, especially at the level of the Miss World event in the country where they lived.

“Anything else you want to talk about?” asked Giselle as she rubbed her forehead, which didn’t feel anything. Justin’s jab hadn’t hurt at all. But Giselle was not to be outdone. She had to put on an act to make Justin feel guilty. Showing a grimace of pain and a groaning voice while rubbing repeatedly. “Your teasing today hurt, Justin,” Giselle complained.

Meanwhile, Justin just glanced over and chuckled. “You can’t fool me, Giselle.” After that, he took out the cell phone he had been holding. “Do well there and there’s one more thing I want from you.”

Giselle’s brow furrowed deeply. “What?”

“Look at this face,” Justin said, holding out his cell phone. The homepage of his phone was replaced with a photo of a girl who Giselle felt was the same age as her. From the look in her eyes, Giselle could tell that the girl’s beauty looked different.

“Who is he?”

“One of the nominees who entered with you. His name is Harvey Princessa.”

Giselle’s eyes blinked in surprise.

“Approach him and get along with him. I heard he’s a friendly person.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Are you sure?” asked Giselle incredulously. The Harvey girl’s face was the opposite of what Justin had said. She was quiet and didn’t talk much. Plus the look in her eyes was sharp and she didn’t like to be disturbed. Although wrapped in a sweet smile but still, can not lie the impression of Giselle who back and forth staring at the photo on Justin’s cell phone.

“One hundred percent.”

“Have you met him?” asked Giselle with a suspicious glance.

“Not yet,” Justin replied lightly. Then he chuckled and pulled Giselle’s chair a little closer. “In my eyes, Harvey Princessa goes perfectly with Monocrome.” Justin’s grin grew wide. “Next year’s show is themed Monochome and I think Harvey’s facial lines, sharp eyes, and the way he looks around could be implemented to bring Monocrome to the SEO stage.”

Giselle sighed and smiled broadly. “Alright. I’ll do it for you.”

Justin chuckled. “Thanks, Giselle. You’re really reliable.”

There is one thing that makes Giselle willing to do anything for the man in front of her. The gentle strokes she received on the top of her head, made Giselle’s body not want to move at all. It felt like the warmth there didn’t want Giselle to end. She wanted to continue to feel the size of that hand there. The strokes also made Giselle feel safe and comfortable.

“What are you waiting for? Come on… you’ll miss your flight,” said Justin, who seemed surprised that Giselle had been so quiet. was something wrong? Is the task too hard? The proof was that Giselle didn’t say anything about his request.

“Ah, good!” Giselle immediately got up cheerfully. Her smile was wide. Her steps were light.

“If you object to that-”

“Absolutely not,” Giselle immediately grabbed Justin’s arm again to leave the room together. As usual, Giselle never got a refusal. “Whatever you want, I’ll definitely help. Don’t worry, I can definitely get close to Harvey.”

“Thank goodness.” Justin gently patted Giselle’s hand that was wrapped around his arm. “Give it the best you can during quarantine. Okay?”

For Giselle, Justin is her sun. And she hopes that his sun doesn’t turn to shine on anyone else but her.