Beloved Duda Boss
I Remember
Hearing the call Neta immediately turned around. He wanted to know what brought him back.
“Pak Dathan wants to talk.” The receptionist handed the phone to Neta.
Both Neta's beautiful eyeballs sparkle. This is really good luck for him. If Dathan wants to talk, it means he has a chance to meet. Not wasting any time, Neta again swung her steps at the reception desk.
Neta immediately grabbed the phone. Put it right in her ear. “Halo,” he said greeting someone across there.
“Halo.” The bus sounds from across the street.
“Pak Dathan it's my Neta. Sorry-sorry I mean the woman who helped Loveta and who brought your suit.” Neta immediately explained to Dathan who she was. At first she mentioned his name, but he and Dathan had not yet officially become acquainted. Of course Dathan doesn't recognize him. The way to get Dathan to recognize him is to explain who he is. “What Mr Dathan remember?” Not getting an answer from Dathan Neta immediately back to throw the question.
“I remember. Go up to the fifteenth floor. There my secretary will take you to my room.” What Dathan said wasn't enough. Clear and dense.
The smile line at the corner of Neta's lips was drawn upwards slightly. Makes a beautiful smile. He was really happy that Dathan finally allowed him in. This is the perfect move.
“Alright, I'll go directly to your room.” Neta immediately gave the phone to the receptionist. Neta's smile grew. Because he was finally able to meet Dathan. He was not allowed by the receptionist.
With a confident move Neta immediately went to Dathan's room. This time, nothing stopped him at all. Not like that.
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Dathan hung up. A faint smile was seen at the corner of his lips. Just as the phone was about to close, he heard a woman's voice saying that she had come to deliver a suit. Dathan immediately remembered the woman who helped his son. The woman was the woman who carried her suit.
Knowing that the woman had come, Dathan immediately called back the receptionist. He asked the woman to enter his room immediately. Dathan himself was indeed waiting for the woman, but did not expect that the woman had come so quickly.
“How can I not remember you if you are the one who harassed me?” Dathan smiled as he recalled Neta's question. It was obvious that he remembered the woman.
“Excuse me, Sir. Someone is looking for you.” His secretary politely told Dathan.
“Send him in!”
“Alright, Sir.” The secretary came back. He invites Neta to enter Dathan's room.
Neta went into Dathan's room. When entering he saw the room with a minimalist design in the dominance of brown. The room looked so spacious with a work desk, a large bookcase and a large sofa. Not only did it appear there was a door. Neta thought for a moment that it was the door of the room. He often heard that the room of the director, CEO, and some of the higher-ups had a room for them to rest.
Neta who entered saw Dathan sitting in his chair. The office chair looked so comfortable from a distance. When compared to his work chair must be far away.
“Good morning, Sir.” Neta said hello to Dathan.
“Pagi.” Dathan stood up and swung his steps toward Neta. “Please sit.” He turned his hand to the sofa in his room.
Neta's headed for the couch. He sat down while putting a suit on his lap. Being in a CEO's room certainly opens up new things, but somehow Neta feels so pounding. He had not expected that the forty-year-old CEO was so handsome.
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