
"Who said the head of marketing liked seafood? He almost made me unable to eat for a month!"
The APC company's deputy director yelled at everyone in the room. The entire SW team was embarrassed. They are all resigned, this cooperation contract will be canceled. While Restu was busy cleaning up the trail he made.
"How can a canned food company have employees as dirty as him? Their food is unhygienic!" Mr. Vice Director still continued to nag while clenching his hands.
Kalisa noticed all the movements of the half-century man. Cold sweat began to pour from all over his body. Body shivers.
Kalisa knows, the second-highest-led OCD attack in the APC company relapsed.
"Sorry Mr. Deputy Director, let me take you to another room" Kalisa said.
"You're from the SW company, right? What else do you want? Make me puke like that guy?" said it.
"True, I'm from a SW company. Sorry for my sassness. But I am trying to ease this problem. Come with me."
The man with OCD looked around. Watching his men. Unfortunately, no one cared about him. Everyone was busy commenting on Restu's attitude.
"Well, where are you taking me?" The man's breathing grew even more stingy because his chest was tight.
The exit there is only one. And the access is still covered by the liquid droplets of fermentation in the digestion of Restu.
"Through here, sir," Kalisa said.
The young lady with a servant walked towards the corner of the room covered by an antique wooden cabinet. The waiter moved the closet
Unexpectedly, it turns out that behind the closet there is a door. When the entrance was opened, their view was immediately faced with an empty room that was pure white, with a refreshing eucalyptus aroma.
After the APC company alerted the location of the meeting, Kalisa quickly called the restaurant. The girl asked to be provided with an empty room, near their dining room.
The Deputy Director calmed down in the room alone. The OCD is quite severe, gradually subsiding.
"Son, come here" said Mr. Deputy Director when Kalisa was about to leave the room.
"Can I help you, sir?" ask Kalisa demgan politely.
"Sit. What's yourname?"
"My name is Kalisa."
"Your soul?" ask the Deputy Director again.
"Nineteen years? You're still very young apparently. As good as my second child," muttered Mr. Deputy Director.
Kalisa nodded with a smile.
"I'm sorry I scolded you. But to be honest, I'm amazed at you being able to handle my OCD so quickly" said the middle-aged man.
"Thank God, then" said Kalisa. "I'm sorry for messing up this important meeting" he continued.
"Why are you apologizing? Though the man who has destroyed it," said Mr. Deputy Director still a little emotion.
"Because I was the one who planned all this to humiliate him" Kalisa said in his heart.
"Usually our Head of Marketing is not like that. But it seems like he is not well today. From morning he was pale and several times wanted to postpone this meeting" Kalisa said.
"That's it, huh?"
"It looks like we have to accept the courtroom, because this cooperation agreement was canceled. Even though all team members have been overtime for the past month to prepare for it" Kalisa said again.
"We also seem to have to think of a new idea for the next production, before salaries are cut" the young woman continued.
"Who said the contract was canceled?" said Mr. Director.
"Eh? But that was..."
Kalisa pretended to be surprised. But manipulating the mind of the APC company's chairman was part of his plan as well.
"I didn't cancel it. But just have not made a decision," said Mr. Deputy Director.
"You're serious, sir?"
"of course. Hearing what you said, I felt a little guilty. But the next time we meet, don't take the man. I'll make a reschedule with your director."
"Ready! Okay, sir," Kalisa said. "I'm sorry if I'm back. But I have a suggestion," continued the woman.
"Please, tell me your proposal."
"How about the next meeting at our company. So that you can see directly the process of producing frozen and canned food from our company," Kalisa proposed.
(Connected)