Love For Nazyra
Chapter 29

Nazyra held the documents in her hands and kept thinking along the way how to start conveying her wish of entering the contest after meeting Ganindra .

But as soon as he arrived at the office, he was surprised to see that enough people had gathered in the president's office. Everyone stood upright and stiff like robots and they all looked nervous and agitated, whereas the man behind the workbench had no visible change in expression on his handsome face, instead he was filled with a faint sense of ferocity.

He threw the documents casually and spoke in a cold voice, "Get your salary in the finance department."

The face of a middle-aged man instantly turned as pale as a corpse and his voice trembled as he spoke, "Sir Ganindra, please give me one more chance, please, I will definitely do my best from the planning proposal."

"Get out!"

Gabindra spoke impatiently without even looking up keeping busy checking the other report documents, she gave off an oppressive aura that made one's heart shake violently.

The middle-aged man's words to plead further were all stuck in his throat. He took the Document in despair and walked out of the office like a drowning mouse.

Fire the employee when it's early morning?

Nazyra was a little surprised, and she could also feel the pressure and nervous atmosphere inside the office. He tightened his grip towards the document on his arm and dared not speak, tiptoed to his chair and sat quietly.

Ganindra caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eyes and her mood deteriorated for some reason when she saw him sitting there in a cautious manner. He always chatted and laughed with other men, but kept his distance from him respectfully.

"repeat." He threw a few more maps. Some people quickly advanced and hurriedly took the map from the floor. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to let out a single breath.

The office was filled with a tense and horrifying atmosphere throughout the morning. No one who came here got a single compliment, and their proposals were all rejected. Some were even fired on the spot .

Everyone was frightened and anxious as if they were along the edge of a cliff and would fall from edge to precipice at any moment.

Nazyra also felt depressed in such an atmosphere. Seeing that there were still some employees whose reports needed to be checked by Ganindra in the office during the day, Nazyra walked out of the office like when she came this morning, quietly and carefully.

Seeing the petite figure leave, Ganindra's appearance became even gloomier and the atmosphere in the office became worse so that everyone standing there could not feel their feet.

Nazyra went to the canteen to eat. After ordering her food, she sat down and someone immediately sat down in front of her. Dion looked at him and there was a smile on his handsome face.

"Do you mind having lunch together?"

"Of course not." Seeing that her mood seemed to have recovered, Nazyra felt a little relieved.

Although it was only canteen food, Dion still ate gracefully like royalty, which was pleasing to the eye. While eating, he said,

"So? Did you get a place to enter a design contest?"

"Yet. The president seems to be in a bad mood today and a lot of people in the company are suffering." He was afraid that he would be killed by Ganindra if he talked to her about it now.

"I also heard, the office atmosphere is chaotic. But I also heard the list of contest participants is coming out this afternoon."

"This afternoon? I think I'm desperate." Nazyra felt her appetite disappear instantly. Her biggest dream is to follow the Denar Fashion Design Contest and showcase her work on stage, become a famous designer and realize her childhood dream.

The contest is only held once every three years. If he missed that, he would have to wait for three more years and continue the torment of his unknown and unappreciated name.

"What if, you can try to lighten Mr. Ganindra's mood?" Dion advised.

Doesn't that mean flattering Ganindra?

Nazyra was startled for a moment, and her eyes twinkled. Ganindra still treated him well. There was still hope if he flattered her.

"Thank you Dion. Enjoy your meal, excuse me for leaving now." Nazyra stood up as she spoke. He then went to the cafeteria to buy some of the most expensive dishes and took them to the president's office.

He still saw a lot of people in the office when he left back then, and he was sure Ganindra had not had lunch yet. She had to give him a good impression, with him being attentive enough to bring him food.

Meanwhile, in the president's office, Tommy enters while pushing a food cart. Some fancy and delicious dishes were placed on it.

All made by highly professional chefs. He pushed the cart to the side of the office dining table and walked towards Ganindra.

"Sir, have lunch first." The crowd standing there seemed to have seen hope for survival when they heard that and they all expected Ganindra to eat immediately so that they could rest for a moment.

"NO." Ganindra did not budge from her seat and did not seem to be moved by her food. He continued flipping through and looking through the documents with an ice-cold look.

He had just started to check the progress of the work as usual, but he found that the work his employees were doing was too bad. There is an urgent need to teach them a lesson.

Everyone became desperate once again and they continued to stay there with grim gazes. Tommy glanced at them with sympathy. It could be that it was not because they did a very bad job, it was likely that the president had a bad mood and he was not satisfied with anything he saw.

He quietly prayed for them and was ready to leave with a food cart.

Just then, the door was pushed open slowly. Nazyra entered while carrying a lunch box. He immediately saw the crowd still standing there respectfully and carefully in the president's room . Ganindra did not change her posture behind her desk.

He must not have eaten. Excitement appeared on Nazyra's face and she walked around the crowd, heading to the side of Ganindra's table, standing not far from him.