Honor Behind the Stain
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Glug.  The Saliva that passes through Khanza's neck is like a lump of rock.  Director?  Khanza doesn't believe that.  Didn't the Emperor just yesterday look like an ordinary man with nothing?  But considering that the Emperor was able to pay three hundred million to Subrata, it was not impossible that the slipper man's words were true.

The emperor fixed the tie around his neck in a charming style.  He hit intercom.  “Paul, to my room now!”

Paul is HRD.

The man who gave Khanza an interview yesterday appeared.  

“Good morning, Mr Emperor!  Can I help you?” ask the HRD politely.

Seeing the attitude of HRD and all humans in the room who were obedient and obedient to the Emperor, Khanza began to believe that a handsome figure named the Emperor indeed served as a director.  But can the condition be reversed as easily as reversing the palm of the hand?  The emperor who was once a poor man turned into a rich man in a short time?

“This woman is sitting in my chair.  Please set him!” resolute Emperor.

“Good.  Sorry before, I have not had time to introduce you to a new secretary, because previously you did not have time to the office,” explained Paul.  “Based on the results of the review and selection that has been carried out, then Miss Khanza is the one who was chosen as your secretary, sir.”

Whats?  Emperor's Secretary?  So Khanza became her own husband's secretary?  Khanza was shocked not to play.  So is this a fix that the Emperor is the boss?

The Emperor raised an eyebrow looking at Khanza who was in startled fashion.  The man seemed to be petting something, but then he waved his hand in front of his face.

“You condition this situation.  I have a guest!” the Emperor told Paul.

Paul nodded.  “Nona Khanza, let's come with me out!”

Khanza swallowed hard as he walked following Paul out.

“What's your problem sitting in the workroom Mr Director?” Paul looked irritated as he pointed up the door of the Emperor's room with his chin.

Khanza's gaze followed Paul's, staring at the Director's writing above the door.  Oh so Khanza just walked into the director's room? 

“Come back to your room!” pinta Paul pointed at the door next door.

Again Khanza followed Paul's gaze, looking at the door next to the Emperor's door.  At the top of the door is already written ‘Secretary’.  That was the door of the room.  Khanza entered the room wrong.  He rushed into his room.

Khanza slammed into his chair.  So many considerations and questions struck his mind about the figure of the Emperor.  Why is the man sitting in the chair of a director?

***

Khanza was in the office cafeteria that afternoon, eating pasta.  A girl took a sitting position in front of him.

“Can sit?”  The girl smiled thinly.

Khanza.  

A few minutes the two were preoccupied with food until he finally began to speak up.  “By the way, you old staff yes here?”

“Iya.  I've been working here five years.  You are the new secretary of the Emperor, right?  Congratulations yes!  After passing through strict selection, you are finally selected.”

“Sir of the Emperor just how many days worked here?  Has it been a week?”

The girl laughed.  “Sunday?  You mean, start working here again huh?  He left the leadership chair for several months. And re-occupy his post about this week.”

“How do you mean?  Mr Emperor was a long time ago served as a director, so?”

“Iya.  Mr. Emperor was already since graduating from college in Egypt, he immediately held this company.  Maybe it has been about eight or nine years he holds the leadership here.”

Khanza was silent, frozen in place.  

His name is Calvin Dirgantara.  He is the founder of this company, whose leadership is then held by his own son,”.

Khanza is getting confused.  Could the Khanza not know the true status of the Emperor?  The man turned out to be a conglomerate, the descendant of a great businessman.

Seriate