BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 47 SMALL PARTY
EPS 47 SMALL PARTY
Once the minority shareholder Megapolitan Intercorp fell into the hands of Marcon Allpanigard, the Megapolitan stock price slowly began to creep up. Apparently the big name of the CEO of Mexican Vision Medcom, the largest telecommunications company in South America, makes the confidence of investors back stronger. Consumers have also revised their decision to leave Subrata’s Holding Company.
In the world stock exchanges, the name Marcon became the subject of discussion because of his courage to buy shares Megapolitan which is declining sharply. Moreover, the main problem is that mud gas bursts at the location of natural gas drilling have not been resolved. They believe the collaboration of Marcon and Subrata can restore the credibility of the company that is in the spotlight of the world.
“See Susan, my action is right? The shares I bought must have earned the trust of business people. You can calculate how much profit I got in these few days,” Marcon said with a proud smile.
Susan See was silent. His face did not show any expression. His reasoning was still unable to accept the phenomenon that occurred within these few days. Subrata's apparent silence was a big question mark in him. He still believes Subrata is preparing a grand plan and is digging a hole to bury enemies who dare to harass his business empire.
“Why are you silent, baby? Still doubt my capacity?” urged Marcon.
Finally Susan nodded her head. However, at this time he has no reason to dispute ‘prestas’ boss Mexican Vision Medcom it.
“Good Marcon. Of course I'm happy with your success. But my obligation, as your lawyer, is to be vigilant of any legal consequences that may occur,” kilah best graduate of Oxford University law majors.
Marcon laughed loudly.
“Just relax Susan's. With those of Pramono's class behind me, I can even turn this world into mine.”
“Pramono? What did you promise Marcon, until a black mobster like Pramono was willing to help you?”
“I will restore his position as President Director Megapolitan Intercorp.”
“When?”
Marcon smiled flatly. Standing up from her seat, she walked over to Susan's seat. Put both hands on the shoulders of the woman he secretly loved, while looking into his eyes deeply. His face was so optimistic as to whisper something into his lawyer's ears.
“As Subrata surrendered and gave his power over Megapolitan to me.”
A moment the gaze of the two gender-different humans looked at each other. Both young, equally idealistic and equally intelligent. Slowly Susan's hand pulled the tie her boss was wearing, bringing the handsome CEO's face closer to his own. As Marcon's nostrils began to sniff at the push of something from under his body, suddenly, while sitting Susan raised her right leg to Marcon's chest, then pushed it backwards.
Wmw!
The tall body was pushed backwards. But a moment later he was able to take control of himself immediately. Susan's leg thrust was not strong enough to make the handsome CEO's body fall to the floor. But his cones that had reached the end of his head, made his face turn red.
“Don't be too happy Marcon, you just stepped one foot on a sharply winding road. While one of your other legs is still outside the arena.”
Slowly Marcon began to take control of him. Then smile back at Susan.
“You forgot Susan, I always throw a small party to celebrate my joy?”
Susan smiled back.
“Of course I never forget your custom it's Marcon.”
***
Soft music in the Megapolitan City headquarters. Desta Rahman who was appointed President Director while replacing Pramono was sitting seriously checking the remaining works contract files. Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked slowly.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Zrev!
The thick wooden door opened. Jhoni Kamandanu, the incoming personnel director brought a stack of files to sign. After the Pramono case, Megapolitan Intercorp carried out a massive cleanup. Many of the employees allegedly close to Pramono were respectfully dismissed. Instead, the company recruits new employees as directed by Subrata.
“Good morning Sir!”
“Good morning!. Sit Jhon!”
Jhoni took a seat on a large sofa in the corner of the room.
“How's Jhon?”
“This recommended applicant file accepted as new employee sir.”
“OK. I'll check it out,” said Desta as he got out of his seat and walked over to the big sofa. “There is a special Jhon?”
Jhoni smiled.
“Insya Alloh everything is special sir. After going through rigorous research and assessment from the HRD team, here are the best people from thousands of people who entered applying to our company, pak.”
Desta immediately threw his body on the big sofa. Then his hand grabbed the big pile of files and began to examine them. His face looks ordinary. Until he saw a blood red map that read Chinese letters with gold ink. Under it is the name of University of Beijing, Master of Economy Program, 2020. Then check the files inside.
“Fitri Ray Queena Aisha?” he said the name of someone who was there.
The best graduate of Beijing University's master of economics program, with perfect grades. All courses are completed with a score of ten out of ten. There was a photo of a hijab girl attached to it. His face was white with narrow eyes, which indicates this girl was likely of Chinese descent. There is also a profile about the work and achievements he has achieved in the international science competition.
“Hm, beautiful, smart, religious and productive. Interesting,” thought Desta. “Interesting as an employee as well as a life companion. Hehehe..”.
Unknowingly his lips smiled to themselves.
“Why pack?” asked Jhoni who was astonished to see his boss smiling to himself.
“Eh, ups!” Desta stuttered. “ It's OK Jhon. You've just returned to your room, let me finish first checking this entire file.”
“Good Sir,” sahut Jhoni.
Soon he left his boss' room. While Desta continued to check Fitri's files. From the look on his face, there was clearly an implied interest. Apparently the beauty and intelligence of Fitri has made his heart curious to know the girl further. Moreover, during this time he was often harassed by his friends not as President Director of Megapolitan but as President Director of Megajomblo Indonesia.
Desta sat in the Chairman's chair back, then contacted Jhoni in his room.
“How about sir?” ask Jhoni.
“All your recommendations have been checked. Okay, I agreed to make them new employees at Megapolitan Intercorp. Send a notification letter and make sure they start working Monday tomorrow. Hold a small party to welcome them” Desta's orders.
“Siap sir. Today we will also send a notification letter to them.”
Jhoni put down the phone handle while frowning his forehead. Little party? Why did Mr. Desta agree to his recommendation? Usually he is very strict checking every person he recommends as a new employee at Megapolitan.
What affects his mind?