A Unique Path Become CRAZY RICH's
12. The unhappy CEO

Pes is a disease caused by rats, the death rate of this disease reaches 60%.

In the procedure the role of BPOM is completed when taking food samples and finding out the cause of this mass poisoning. But Mr. Naryono, who wants to become a police officer, is determined to find out more about this case.

"Stay here Mr. Hasan. And don't be with Siska too much, she's my crush."

Hearing that I immediately asked the matter to mbak Siska.

"No, I'm not Mr. Mulyadi's girlfriend. Why is it mas?."

I can't help but laugh. The arrogant guy thinks he is liked by mbak Siska when in fact he is not.

When I turned around, Siska was out of place. "Maybe he went to the toilet." Thought.

I spent some time playing tetris installed on Mr. Naryono's computer. Every now and then I open a word to write a continuation of a novel that is being developed.

Then a file fell on my desk. Another employee asked me to copy the writing on the file and save it to Mr. Naryono's computer.

I refused to do it because I didn't understand computers and my job wasn't behind the desk. But the clerk still kekeh want me to do work that is not my part.

I who do not want to fight with old employees finally gave up and learned how from youtube. It turned out that copying the documents was not as difficult as I thought. However, after that the file came again, again, and again, until Mr. Naryono was shocked to see many case files on his desk.

"You're taking on this many cases?." Asked Pak Naryono in surprise.

"No sir, I'm copying the type in this letter. In total there are 10 letters that I have copied."

Brak!!

I was shocked because Mr. Naryono suddenly hit my desk hard. He scolded the officer who forced me to do this. He pointedly pointed at the officer in pink and threw the paper I was doing to his face.

The paper was scattered on the floor picked up by other employees who were assistant employees in pink clothes.

It was a great show. Mr. Naryono scolded the other division employees who told me to do their duty. And Ma'am Siska praised me for helping others.

"Don't accept any job that isn't a field case, remember that Mr. Hasan!."

"You think field work is easy so you give us extra work?!. Fieldwork requires patience and caution. Mr. Mulyadi was hit by an egg from the residents. Fractions of eggs almost hit his eyes, blah blah blah blah..."

Smells delicious aroma from a distance. Whoever brought this plate of satay he came at the right time.

I have to distract myself or do whatever it takes for Mr. Naryono's anger to subside.

The coffee maker came with satay. I immediately invited the others to eat, and asked Mr. Naryono to finish the speech.

"It's water, drink it first sir." I offered him a glass of iced tea and he accepted it.

"This time you I'm sorry, next time I will report you on the basis of abuse of power." Mr. Naryono's threat must have been imprinted on Pink Man's memory. He often wears a pink shirt so the other employees behind him call him pink man.

After that Mr. Naryono took me outside. It was unexpected that Mr. Naryono had told me to learn how to drive a car.

The unprepared me was nervous half to death while sitting on the driver's side chair.

"Well, first turn the car keys, then..."

"I know how to start the car sir.

Because I feel uncomfortable controlling a machine that is much larger than my body. Plus I phobia a narrow and closed place, car one of them.

But to survive in this job inevitably I have to get used to it, again.

"You're nervous driving a car for a week. Didn't you work as a driver for years?."

"Where do you know I work as a driver?."

"From the biodata you wrote, of course. You had a tragic accident being nudged by a minibus from behind. After hitting you the car fell into a deep abyss and the driver was killed. Is that the case?."

"Since the accident I became a nudged parno. Haha..."

Although my gaze was forward I knew behind me there were people who were jealous of our closeness. It's a shame we were in the same office.

Tensions of mass poisoning cases began to subside. I don't know the continuation of that case. All I know today is payday.

It's been a month since I've been working in this little office. I got my first salary of 1.2 million rupiah. Salary under this UMP is at least enough for a one month fee.

I went to the fruit market again, this time with my crippled father. Instead of shopping we even got hit indirectly.

The merchants who grudged me threw rotten bananas from behind, even my father was hit by a throw from the front, thankfully not all traders here hate me.

The first seller's mother netted razi I still want to sell it to us.

We went home very dirty. The mother who did not accept wanted to come to the market but she realized her condition. Mother was crying too. From that day on I swore I would never set foot in that market again. Except to investigate them.

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In a luxury bridal set service provider building.

Mary Leadswan, the CEO, was accompanying her sister to the wedding. The younger brother who did not receive satisfied with his first marriage then wanted to repeat the wedding reception.

Mary Leadswan gets a call from her subordinate. Through their conversation it was revealed that Miss Leadswan is the owner of a company that funds many beauty clinics. He is currently in his company branch in Indonesia.

"Assistant!."

"Yes ma'am."

Mary wrote the nominal figure on a small piece of paper and gave it to her assistant.

"Give the money to the wronged party by Maurice's beauty clinic." Mary's orders.

"But ma'am, according to the results of the beauty clinic investigation is not wrong. The patient is carelessly doing fat injections so that his face swells. If you believe the accusations of those people, Mr. Maurice's clinic's reputation could fall. Sorry, I got too carried away."

Mary Leadswan seemed unconcerned about the risk. She only provided financial support to help a beauty clinic known to belong to a man named Maurice.

"I let that stupid husband handle his own problems. If it gets messed up again, I swear I'll sue her for divorce. Tell that to Maurice."

With mixed feelings the assistant called Mr. Maurice, the husband of the CEO, delivering a message from Mary that looked more like a threat.

Mr. Maurice immediately raged at the assistant by calling him ***** not to thank you.

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