CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 11 – VIDEOS SCATTERED
At 07:15 while enjoying breakfast alone at his residence, Bramasta's device rang. Bramasta grabbed his goal and pressed the green button. Indra's name was written on her phone screen.
“Wa’alaikumussalam, what’s up_ada what_, Ndra?” pause. Bramasta Eyebrows.
“Half hour ago?” Bramasta checked the history of missed calls on his phone.
There were 23 missed calls from Indra.
His eyes wide, “So my phone put it on the dining table. I just started breakfast now. What the hell is it?”
Pause.
“What_What_?? How_How_?? Who_Who_??” Bramasta was visibly riled up as he picked up a TV remote in search of a domestic private TV channel that aired celebrity shows.
TV showed the back of his car driving fast. Without disconnecting the call, his hand pressed the medsos app button with a blue bird. Looking for trending news topics today. His name became a viral hastag: hastag BramastaKeren!
“Ndra, that's seriously hastagnya use exclamation mark? Dih, why feel so tacky anyway?” Bramasta has her hair still wet. His shoulders and arms felt stiff to move, definitely due to yesterday's evacuation.
“Gak ah's. I don't like it. Change the trending topic. Can you do it, Ndra?” Pause.
“Boro-boro enjoy it, Ndra.. There is even me so bothered, the impact you will also double the hassle. Find out who leaked the evacuation video to medsos.” Pause a little long.
“Gue don't want to know. Just look until you can find who first circulates it to medsos. You come here yeah, we talked about this. I can't drive either, my shoulders and arms are sore and stiff.” Pause.
“Yes. fii amanillah. Wa’alaikum greetings.”
Bramasta does not have a social media account. Because he felt his life was quite busy and complicated in the real world without having to enliven the virtual world. He did not want to look for news about his evacuation video let alone the comments on it. Bramasta is feeling bad.
He was sure, not for how long, his daily life would be disturbed by people who were suddenly so curious about him, taking pictures with him, asking for his signature and also the physical touches made by them.
The tip of his index finger touched the lobe of his nose. Think about how video leaks can happen. He realized, the video that has been transferred to the mobile phone file will be easily spread widely. But if the owner of the phone is confident this chaos will not occur.
Open the phone button and look for Anton's name there. Ringing tones sounded.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Ton, where are you? Have you seen infotainment or medsos this morning?” pause. Bramasta's voice sounded cold.
“Who are you sharing that video?” pause.
“Search to whom the video is they share again. Find the perpetrator who shared the video for the first time on medsos.” Pause.
“Hmm.. Just search. Assalamu’alaikum,” Bramasta ended his call.
The sound of the door entry button being pressed from outside was heard. Bramasta rushed to tidy up the table
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“Assalamu’alaikum,” Indra stepped in. Bramasta pointed at the sitting area. Indra immediately sat on the gray sofa.
“Wa’alaikumussalam,” Bramasta replied.
Indra's hand grabbed the TV remote on the table. Look at his watch and look for a national TV channel that shows infotainment.
“Crazy lu, Ndra. Until the infotainment show at what time and what TV do you memorize?” bramasta's hand went into his pants pocket, his gaze straight at the TV.
“Not memorized, Boss. But I was scheduled to show TV to Mieke. HRD in the office whose hobby is watching gossip shows on TV,” Indra leaned his back to the back of the sofa comfortably.
“So his attention to Mieke. Fancies?” Bramasta sat next to Indra.
“Isssh rash. He has merid, tau,” Indra stare pensively at Bramasta, “So cueknya you to his own work.”
“Start deh...” Bramasta stared lazily towards Indra.
“... Bramasta Sanjaya son of Alwin Sanjaya who is known as an Indonesian businessman and conglomerate, trying to save a girl who fell from the abyss of self. His friends arrive at the scene when Bramasta is nearing the brink. Not yet known the identity of the girl saved by Bramasta,” TV screen filled with Adisti's face zoomed in.
“Heiy, no manners!” Bramasta shouted while pointing towards the TV.
“Kalem, Boss. His face is not clearly visible. Part of his face covered in blood and a veil, Indra” calms Bramasta.
“Bramasta, though known as the heir to Sanjaya's business empire, but his personal life is not known to the public. His family takes care of the privacy of his children. But from the news gathered by our team, Bramasta has a business that he built himself. His personality is well known and well mannered and has a high social spirit. No wonder, seeing a girl fall into the abyss, he immediately helped her without waiting for help to come,” the narrator's voice sounded full of enthusiasm.
The glass screen changed with a picture of Bramasta's father's building. The video, taken on the company's anniversary, shows his father and mother smiling at the camera.
“Wow, the narrative..” said Indra while showing his cry towards Bramasta, “My friend, my boss, turns out the real super hero!”
Bramasta throws a sofa pillow that Indra fends off.
“Tar first, Boss. Here again,” Indra pressing a few number buttons on the remote.
Glass screens broadcast a TV station known as a news portal.
“Wait for a moment more.” Indra pointed at the TV screen.
Before long, an evacuation video appeared yesterday with viral news headlines today. Bramasta shook his head in disbelief. It was like watching a horror movie when he saw himself become viral news. He didn't like it and didn't enjoy it. Embarrassing feeling.
The narrative that accompanies the video is not much different from the show on the next TV station on the infotainment show. Read by a different narrator. The video presentation is the same. Freeze on zoom in Bramasta's face, also on Adisti's face which is not clearly visible because of the blood and pashmina cut by Bramasta. Also a video cut of Bramasta's parents during the company's anniversary event.
“Ndra, any more?” bramasta's eyes were glued to the TV screen. His right index tip is on the right nostril.
Indra glanced at his watch, then opened the green apk chat on his device.
“Tar, see cheat first. OK, wait a moment Boss,” Indra pressed a few more number buttons.
TV screen changed with the show from different stations. Still airing ads, “Wait a minute, Bos.”
Advertisement ends. Apparently a live talk show. Seen on the TV screen there are only 2 people sitting in the room set in blue and toska. A woman as a host, beautiful with short neon pink hair, looks very striking in the room. Also a man in khaki PDL dress with rock climbing gear on his desk.
“Oh.. my! That’s why I hate this,”_Yeah..! That's why I hate things like this ' Bramasta's redressing her hair. Growled.
He did not pay attention to the opening talk spoken by the neon pink-haired host. He is more concerned with video footage of his evacuation. Same narrative. Freeze zoom in the same. The same video. Bramasta smile. The plus value of the TV station is that the news is packed with other sources. I don't know what he'll talk about.
Events rolling. Miss Pink Neon inquired about the rappelling technique Bramasta did to the source. The speaker explains the equipment and its functions after the ad impressions.
The Gawai Indra reads. Only the phone number on the screen. Indra frowned in wonder but still received the call.
“Assalamu’alaikum, good morning,” Indra speaks in a formal tone and sentence. He turned professional as Bramasta's right-hand man.
“Sorry, this is with whom I speak?” Pause.
“ZZZ TV Station? Yes, I am Indra Kusuma, secretary to Mr. Bramasta. I happen to be watching it. What is it gonna take?” Pause.
The smile on Bramasta's face vanished. He looked at Indra.
“Sorry, Mom. I am not ready to be a source. Since this concerns Mr. Bramasta, there will be an official press conference from our side.” Pause.
“Sorry, I can't talk any more. Just wait until we get a notification about the time and place of the press conference from our side. Assalamu’alaikum.”
Bramasta nodded in agreement to Indra's actions. Bramasta is no longer interested in watching the talk show Miss Pink Neon. He turned off the TV.
“Form a team for a press conference later,” Bramasta starts delegating tasks on Indra, “Press conferences are held after the video leak is known.”
Indra nodded, she contacted Anton. Talk about the press conference and about who The Impostor is among them. The existence of a video leak makes Indra and Anton feel like they are playing the game Among Us, a game that guesses who the impostor among their group before being slaughtered by the impostor.