GENK DUDA ACUTE
48. A Story of the Past (3)

“This, Sir .... One customer, demanding the insurance company to immediately pay the insurance premium promised. These demands have been filed several times in the meeting forum between customers and insurance companies, but the clarity of premium payments is still not certain. What do I want to ask, usually where is this meeting forum? In the branch insurance where the customer opens his policy? Or at the head office?” ask Ryan.

Dean was staring at his computer. Ryan was actually afraid in case he was yelled at or nagged by his boss if he asked a lot. But he felt the need to pry knowledge from Dean who believed himself extraordinary.

“Usually the meeting forum was facilitated by the branch insurance office. The problem remains at the center. Well, this is also a weird thing. Insurance management kayak throw each other off. The branch assigns to the center, while the center assigns to the branch on the grounds where the customer opens his policy first, there they must complete it. This is what I want to discuss with the insurance director. We'll be at the club tonight. The director often hangs out there with the girls. His hobby is Don Juan. Nakuny pawny. But if the verdict has not yet declared his company bankrupt, it cannot be as easy as he said that. He's rich. So, the money has to come out.” Dean scratched his chin at the computer screen.

On his first day of work, Ryan drowned in a pile of files and was late for lunch. His stomach had been ringing since then, but, he hesitated to interrupt Dean who looked very serious.

“I want out to lunch. You must be very laper now but afraid to bother me, right? I buy food. Because I know you definitely don't have enough money to eat at this building's restaurant,” Dean said.

“Iya, Sir.” Ryan can't say anything more than that. Everything his boss said was true. He was hungry and did not have enough money to eat at the restaurant. It could be that he spent his living expenses a week just for a plate of strangely named food.

“Let's finish lunch, we buy your clothes for the event to the nightclub.” Dean precedes his step.

Ryan looked at his boss from behind. His boss was very confident. But .. Dean wasn't entirely wrong about that. Dean deserves to be bragging. Moreover, coupled with the saying that he is the son of the owner of the Cahaya Mas Group which has many subsidiaries. His boss was rich from birth.

Ryan was invited to eat at a restaurant on the ground floor of the building. More precisely, it is a cafe. His name is Brothers Cafe. And as they enter the restaurant, Ryan realizes the truth of his boss's words. Their appearance is very lame. Ryan felt like a driver rather than a secretary.

That day Dean was wearing a cream suit. The shirt under his suit is black. Ryan was still staring at Dean from toe to head as his boss turned to look at him.

“What are you looking for? See me? Don't let you like me. I'm normal, I like beautiful women. You saw for yourself my secretary of choice just like how it looked. Don't try you have strange thoughts to me.” Dean tightened his tie and raised his hair strands from his forehead.

“Sit there!” pinta Dean, pointing at the opposite sofa.

“I'm normal, really, sir .. I have an ex in Pekalongan. But ... a month ago asked to break up. Not strong LDR he said,” replied Ryan, sitting on the sofa his boss showed.

“Not strong LDR because the intake is less. If it's enough, I'm sure not talking about it. But you should sit there, do not be too tight if the road is with me. Later people think strangely, then no girls who see me again.” Dean took the menu book. “Select, the food you want to eat. Free until you receive salary from me.”

“Serious, Sir?” Ryan closed his eyes.

Dean nodded. “Iya, seriously. You look skinny and poor. I'm kasian. So that kid's not good, is he? I used to be a kid too. You do not complain.I am a rich man's son also once ate potluck in America. My parents will not spend more money if I run out of money before the end of the month. I can't go home if I don't finish S2 on time. And if I lose, my allowance will be stopped. And in conclusion from all that, I threatened to be removed from the inheritance. I want to live independently .. but losing property is also not good. I hope you understand, yes …. If I am successful and you can work with me for a long time, you can also be rich, Kok” Dean draws a thin smile.

Ryan was again amazed by the man opposite him.

About thirty minutes they were sitting in the restaurant. Dean got the call. It seemed to be from a woman due to her usual flat top tone, being soft-spoken.

Ryan put up an ear to hear the pieces of conversation he was hearing.

“Yes, kangenlah …. You are the one who has no news. Me? There's this, in the office. I didn't answer the phone because I was busy. Surely I was too focused to not realize that the nelfon is a beautiful girl.”

Accidentally, Ryan snorted a little and threw his face away. Too focused to the point of not being aware of a beautiful woman calling him? Clearly, his boss was cursing when he heard his phone repeatedly lit up.

“But to the touch little .. directly curious to be asked again. Huh!” That was what his boss said an hour ago in the room.

With his own eyes Ryan saw how Dean dumped his phone on the couch.

A few seconds later, a woman in black office clothes approached their desk.

“Dean ...,” greet the woman. “Dean, right?” ask the woman again.

“Ya .. I'm Dean. Who, yeah?” sahut Dean's. Ryan glanced at the behavior of his boss facing another beautiful woman who was approaching them. Dean tidied his hair, then wetted his lips before starting to speak again. “You ... Feby yes?” ask Dean.

“Well, it snot. Oh, geez. How long have you been back to Indonesia? No news, ih.” The woman, named Feby, hit her boss' shoulder spoiled. Ryan looked at Dean for a second on his shoulder.

“Sit, dong ...,” invite Dean, pointing at the empty sofa to his left. As the woman looked back at the sofa, Dean quickly shook the shoulder of the place where the woman named Feby had hit her.

What a jerk this guy is, Ryan thought. Just touched when. Directly cleaned.

“Where is your office?” ask Feby.

“In this building too. Above,” replied Dean. Ryan stirred up his drink. He continued to observe and listen to the behavior of his superiors secretly.

“Iya ... What floor is this building?” ask Feby again.

“No matter on what floor, the important thing is if you invite me to meet, I can definitely.” Dean blinked his eyes looking at Feby. The woman who had just been cheered on by her superior immediately let out a spoiled laugh.

“Bener, yes …. As long as you do not pretend not to know,” said Feby.

“No way. Bego really if the guy does not want to know ama cute girl.” Dean laughed softly and then raised his glass.

It was really slippery, Ryan thought. Won't tell me where the office is, but it's still a charm. Not one bit in their conversation, Dean asked about the woman. Not to be disturbed, but still to be admired. Not until a full day, he already understands the method used by this superior.

“Oh, yes, Ryan. My next schedule what?” Dean looked. Emitting the look in the eye that he understood. “Yan ...,” call Dean again raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, next schedule? Mmm—oke, meeting with insurance customer representative. Half an hour, sir. We have to hurry. We're leaving now, sir?” ryan asked, standing up from his seat.

“Ya, sure. Now.” Dean's up. “Feby .. I first yes. My schedule today is really full. Next time we meet at this cafe."

Ryan understood the job description that day. With a steady step he walked ahead of his superior. In order to play their part under the gaze of a pair of beautiful women's eyes who were left behind, Ryan opened the glass door so Dean could pass first.

To Be Continued

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