Jonathan: The Heavenly Fortune Teller in the City

Ch 06

As soon as he arrived in front of Dayantara Tower, Jonathan looked up at the magnificent skyscraper. The tower soared into the sky, its gleaming glass walls reflecting the bright morning sunlight.

Just as he was about to enter, a tall, muscular security guard raised a hand to stop him.

"Excuse me, sir. What brings you here?" the guard asked firmly, looking Jonathan up and down.

Jonathan scratched his head before answering calmly, "I'm here to work."

The security guard raised an eyebrow.

"Work? Here? May I see your ID or your appointment letter, sir?"

Jonathan took a business card out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Here. It's from President Director Mella. She told me to report to the Human Resources Department."

The moment he heard that name, the guard's expression changed in shock.

"President Director Mella?" he murmured, his eyes widening. He quickly accepted the business card with both hands and examined it carefully.

A few seconds later, his attitude became noticeably more respectful.

"Yes, this is indeed her business card," he said quietly before returning it with a slight bow.

"Very well, sir. My apologies for doubting you. Please go right in. The Human Resources Department is on the third floor. Just take the elevator straight from the lobby."

Jonathan accepted the card back and gave a brief nod.

"Thank you."

Jonathan walked into the modern office building. People dressed in neat business suits hurried past while carrying folders. The corporate atmosphere was everywhere, making him realize just how unfamiliar this world was to him.

After asking the receptionist for directions, he took the elevator to the third floor. At the end of the corridor was a sign that read Human Resources Department.

Jonathan carefully knocked on the door once, but there was no response. Assuming the office was empty, he slowly pushed the door open.

The moment it opened, his eyes froze.

Inside the office, a tall young woman was standing in front of a mirror, changing into her work clothes. Her white blouse was only halfway buttoned, and she had just put on a tight black skirt, making her figure especially captivating. Her long black hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders, her skin was flawlessly fair, and even before she was fully dressed, she naturally exuded authority.

Jonathan's eyes widened instantly.

"Oh no... I picked the worst possible time to come in!"

Anastasya immediately noticed someone's presence. She turned around with a face flushed from both anger and embarrassment.

"HEY! What do you think you're doing?! Who gave you permission to come in?!" she shouted sharply.

Jonathan was startled and quickly lowered his head.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in here. I truly didn't mean to interrupt," he stammered before hurriedly backing toward the door.

"Get out! Right now!" Anastasya shouted even louder.

After the incident, Jonathan stood stiffly outside the office door, his heart still pounding. He waited about five minutes, hoping things inside had calmed down. Finally, with some hesitation, he knocked again.

Knock... knock...

This time, a voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

The tone was firm, though no longer as furious as before.

Jonathan opened the door and stepped inside. Anastasya was now sitting neatly behind her desk, dressed in a proper business suit. Her face remained cold, clearly still irritated.

Jonathan lowered his head.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier. It truly was an accident. I honestly didn't see anything. I simply came in at the wrong time."

Anastasya narrowed her eyes.

"You didn't see anything?" she repeated skeptically.

"That's right," Jonathan answered. "I only came to inform you that President Director Mella personally instructed me to report to the Human Resources Department."

Anastasya crossed her arms.

"So, you're Jonathan?" she asked flatly.

Jonathan nodded politely.

"Yes, ma'am. President Director Mella herself told me to come."

The corners of Anastasya's lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile.

"Hmm... so you're the assistant Ms. Mella mentioned. She said a 'little bastard' would be coming here to work today. So that was you."

Jonathan felt rather awkward but tried to remain calm.

"Yes... I suppose that's me."

"Damn that blonde girl. When I see her again, I'll pull her hair," Jonathan grumbled inwardly.

Anastasya leaned forward slightly.

"Alright then, let's start with the basics. What's your educational background? Do you have a diploma?"

Jonathan paused for a moment before gently shaking his head.

"I don't."

Anastasya narrowed her eyes as she carefully studied his face, trying to judge whether he was serious.

"No diploma? Then what exactly are your qualifications? At the very least, tell me what skills you have."

Jonathan straightened his posture and confidently looked at Anastasya.

"If we're talking about skills, does being handsome count? Besides that, I'm also pretty good at fighting."

"Oh, dear. That's what you consider a skill?"

Anastasya immediately slapped her forehead, feeling ridiculous after hearing such an absurd answer.

"You really are something else. President Director Mella must have been joking when she told me to hire someone like you."

Finally, Anastasya leaned back in her chair and looked Jonathan up and down with a judging gaze.

"Fine. Rather than wasting time arguing, I've decided to assign you to the Security Department. Consider yourself a security guard from now on."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

"A security guard?"

"Yes," Anastasya replied firmly. "Your probation period will last three months. Your monthly salary is 2000 dollars, including meals and accommodation. If you're officially accepted after those three months, your salary will increase to 2500 dollars."

Jonathan fell silent for a moment.

"Three months is fine. If it's only a probation period, I have no problem with that."

Anastasya let out a sigh before writing something on the documents in front of her.

"Very well. Starting today, you're officially on probation. Don't cause any trouble. I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"Yes, ma'am," Jonathan replied with a faint smile.

Following Anastasya's instructions, Jonathan headed down to the first floor and entered the Security Department office.

The moment he opened the door, the smell of cigarette smoke hit him.

Several security guards were sitting around casually. Some were smoking, while others chatted as they sipped instant coffee.

"Good morning," Jonathan greeted them politely.

Hardly anyone responded. Only a few glanced at him briefly.

One burly security guard with a crew cut casually tapped the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts in front of him.

"Hey, rookie," he called loudly. "Come here and empty this ashtray."

Jonathan turned to look at him.

"Are you the captain here?" he asked.

The muscular guard paused briefly before laughing.

"No. But I used to be a soldier. Around here, when I tell the new guys to do something, they obey immediately. Are you planning to break that tradition?"

Jonathan grinned.

"If you're not the captain, why should I follow your orders? Give me one good reason. My job is to be a security guard, not your servant. If you want that ashtray emptied, do it yourself."

The room instantly fell silent.

The other security guards, who had been casually smoking, all turned toward the newcomer, curious about his boldness.

The burly guard snorted, his lips curling into a sneer.

"A reason?" he said as he clenched his fist.

"Because my fist is bigger than your mouth. And if you keep talking back, I'll make sure your face is smashed before today is over."

Several of the other guards whistled softly, while others leaned back in their chairs to enjoy the show.

Jonathan remained completely relaxed, showing no sign of intimidation.

"Oh, so your logic begins and ends with the size of your fist? Then go ahead. I'd like to see whether having a bigger fist really means you can beat me."

Jonathan's dismissive gaze made the veins on the burly guard's neck bulge.

"You arrogant brat!" he roared as he shoved his chair backward.

Without another word, he threw a full-powered punch straight toward Jonathan's face.