Samson secretly watched Rose, who was buried in her work. As she reached for her coffee and took a sip, she realized the cup was empty. She glanced down at it, slightly disappointed.Samson immediately stood up. "Miss, would you like me to make you another cup?" he offered.Rose looked up, arching an eyebrow. "You know how to make coffee?""Leave it to Samson. I can do everything; the only thing I can't do is fly because I don't have wings," he quipped with a small grin.Rose was stunned for a moment before a crisp, light laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head, wondering how this intimidatingly muscular man could drop such cheesy jokes at the most unexpected times."Alright then, Mr. Muscle-Without-Wings," Rose replied, handing him her empty cup. "Make me one. Black, no sugar. And remember, if the coffee isn't good, I’ll deduct it from your first paycheck."Samson gave a slight smile—a small look of triumph that made him look much younger. "You got it, Boss. This coffee will be as

Bejo let out a long sigh. He closed the car door gently after Imel climbed in, then took his place in the driver's seat. The interior of the SUV fell into a sudden, heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the steady blow of the air conditioning.Through the rearview mirror, Bejo caught a glimpse of Imel. The little girl sat with her head bowed low, her hands fidgeting restlessly with her bag straps, a reflex to hide the trembling in her fingers."Miss," Bejo called out softly, his voice dropping the formal assistant persona. "Want to stop for some ice cream first?""No," Imel answered curtly. Her voice was raspy, a clear sign she was fighting back tears to avoid breaking down in front of someone new. "Just take me home. I want to sleep."Bejo didn't start the car immediately. He turned around in his seat, looking at Imel with the same gaze he used when comforting the orphans back at the market."I used to have a friend at the market, Miss. Everyone mocked him beca

"Yes, someone was being mugged earlier, so I took the initiative to help," Samson explained calmly."Wow, did the thief eventually get caught?" Indah asked, looking impressed."Of course. No one escapes Samson’s grip," he chuckled with a look of pride.Rose let out a long sigh and rolled her eyes, though deep down she felt a sense of relief knowing she had such a reliable bodyguard. "Next time, remember your primary duty. I don't want you caring more about others than your own responsibilities," Rose remarked, though her tone wasn't as cold as usual."Understood, Boss. Don't worry, if anyone dares to mug you, I won't just chase them; I'll make sure they take an early retirement from being a criminal," Samson replied with his signature grin.Rose simply shook her head, trying to hide the corner of her lips that almost twitched upward. She walked back toward the exit of the grand hotel lobby. Samson hurried after her, opening the passenger door for both Rose and Indah before hopping int

"This is Samson, Father. My personal bodyguard," Rose answered shortly but firmly. She took her seat, while Samson stood a few paces behind her.Mr. Baskoro did not respond immediately. He leaned back against his sturdy teak chair, his eyes narrowing as he scanned Samson from head to toe. In the spacious room, Samson’s large and sturdy presence was undeniably conspicuous, as if he were a fortress intentionally positioned behind Rose."Personal bodyguard?" Baskoro repeated the words with a skeptical tone. "As I recall, I already arranged a team from the best security firm for you. Why have you brought a stranger with such an obscure background instead?"Soraya, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up in a voice that was smooth yet venomous. "That’s the thing, dear. Rose seemingly feels your chosen team is incompetent. Rose preferred to recruit someone from a marketplace, or so I heard.At the mention of the marketplace, Baskoro’s brow furrowed. The aura in the room grew increas

The morning sun hadn't reached its peak yet, but the heat was already starting to sting at the construction site of the new factory on the outskirts of the city. Samson stood alert, sporting his sunglasses, field boots, and a safety vest layered over his black shirt. Beside him, Rose stood studying the building's blueprints, her face partially hidden beneath a white hard hat.Even though Rose appeared focused on the technicalities of the field, Samson could see something was off. The dark circles under her eyes, which her makeup couldn't entirely hide, revealed that she hadn't slept well last night."All concrete materials must arrive before 2:00 PM. If they're late, the pouring schedule will be a mess," Rose told the head foreman in her usual firm tone, though her voice sounded slightly raspy."Understood, Miss Rose. We'll do our best," the foreman replied before taking his leave.As the foreman walked away, a sense of quiet settled between them, punctuated only by the distant hum of