LOVATY 1.0
Readiness
The woman walked into a bar. With a definite step full of decisiveness and a sharp gaze full of courage, he was ready to fight.
“I think we have discussed this before, but you still use dirty tricks like before.” he said bluntly as he approached a man at the bar table.
“What metrics do you mean? I just asked him to talk to equalize perception. Good communication is the key to good teamwork. You don't understand basic things like that.”
“So? Then you must have accidentally dropped this, again” said Calya while removing the familiar brown envelope.
“Nona Calya, you definitely know how to work in this field. We have to be aggressive to secure our position. Didn't you do that too to win all those tenders.”
“Of course you are right, only aggressive people can survive in this industry. But using such dirty tricks is not my style.” Calya handed back the brown envelope, unceremoniously stepping away from the bar.
“Are you aware, that stubbornness will one day bring trouble for you.” said the man after a few steps the woman walked.
“Truely. I know I have to work hard to clear up the problem, as now this” replied the woman with a cold smile on her face, nonchalantly walking left the middle-aged man looking extremely annoyed back then.
***
“What do you want?” ask the woman frankly. Calya who just came out of the bar suddenly surprised by the presence of Arion there.
“I need your help,” said Arion with a serious look. Even Calya was surprised by the facial features rarely shown by the man, making him forget the question he addressed to the man.
“Close with me” said the man immediately pulled Calya's hand.
The two walked together without talking to each other, crossing the road until they reached a French restaurant. Walk in slowly, sit at a table, still without a single word spoken.
Calya was just about to ask the purpose of their arrival at that place but she immediately paused after seeing the look on the man's face that looked anxious. At first glance think about the problems that may be related, then glance at the clock on his wrist ‘there is still time’ he said in his heart.
Not long before Mrs Helena was seen entering the same restaurant. The woman greeted briefly before sitting right in front of Arion and Calya. Then only the sound of the clanking of cups could be heard on the table.
“So, what do you want to know this time?” asked the woman after sipping her tea.
Arion looked doubtful and speechless, a memory started to cross his mind. Memories of the last time he met with Mrs Helena.
“So, you already know who I am?” ask the man a little suspicious.
“Of course. Now tell me, what do you want to know?”
The man was stunned to get a firm and confident response from the woman, making him unable to speak. Now all the questions that had long been stored in his heart felt increasingly heavy to say. For him the confidence shown by mistress Helena was like a sign that her nightmares and fears had been real.
“Go, and rethink what you want to ask. After that you can call me back.”
“Everything. Tell me everything now” courage finally gathered in the man. No more running, this time he would definitely listen to all the answers.
“Alright, then. I'll tell you everything I know. But just so you know, I'm not the kind of person who likes to be cut while talking. So you better listen to my story until it's over. I won't let you go before that.”
“Of course.” replied Arion.
“Tuan Darta is a man who loves his wife, as well as his family. Throughout our meeting he never once told us about his family. That was the only reason for our meeting so far. To him I was a friend to share a story.”
“Don't I warned you not to cut my talk. You should be able to show a little respect to older people.”
Arion tried to hold all his emotions. Even though all of the woman's words sounded like sickening lies. He will try to hear to what extent the lie will go on. Of course so that he could refute all those lies later.
“Our first meeting 10 years ago was the most memorable one for me. It was the first time I sat waiting for a guest inside one of the country's finest suites. I wonder what kind of rich person my guest is this time and what kind of strange request this person will say later. As she stepped into the room, I could somehow sense two things that were opposite. With an expensive suit depicting wealth as well as sadness from the blank look of the eye.”
“How much free time can you give today Miss Helena?” ask the man who just entered the room.
“Unlimited sir. It is a special service for VIP clients. “ replied the woman casually.
“What is the special service of your VIP client include freely set the time and place of meeting?”
“Ya.”
“And you will always come no matter what?”
“Of course Mr. That's all for sure.”
“Alright then. From today I will be your VIP client. For that you will get paid 3x fold from the rate you offered earlier.”
“Thank you Mr. Darta. But at least I can know, what should I do with such a fee?”
“My company and listen to my story.”
***
Qeiza walked cheerfully in the corridor, her work was finished faster and she was able to go home early. The woman had already made a list of the plans she wanted to do before returning home, it seemed like her mood would be very good until the day was over.
“As I have said before, our team is experienced in handling various types of campaigns. I'm sure your company will not be disappointed if you decide to choose us.”
The loud voice of a man on the phone echoed along the corridor of Qeiza initially ignoring the sound, but only seconds later the woman frantically stopped her steps. His eyes began to search for a place where he could hide himself before the man found him here.
Qeiza quickly ran towards the door of the emergency staircase a few meters ahead of her. Just as the door was closed the man also walked across the corridor. What a fortune for Qeiza to have managed to avoid Damian in time. Behind the door was Qeiza leaning back while adjusting her breath that was panting.
Damian walks into the Creative Department, leaving only Rezvan and Kenzo there. “Sore,” greet the man. “Sore,” both men answered there. “Need something about the project, but no one but us now.” asked Kenzo. Damian looked at the table and found that the woman was not there.
“What does Qeiza have outside duties?”
“Qeiza? No. he just got home.”
“Barusan?”
“Yes. You should have met in the corridor.”
“Alright, thank you,” Damian left the room full of question marks. ‘Where did he go?’