Married Boss Possessive
gaara depression

Who says drunk people can't be sober. The proof Gaara

being in a very conscious phase. It was like waking up from a long sleep

after thousands of years. This handsome guy sees a bright future

which promises.

Suppose it wasn't midnight, Gaara would've gone

to Amor's house now. But the darkness of the night could not stop Gaara's efforts like that.  Immediately reached into the pockets she contacted Nadia's office assistant.

“Nadia, send email to all companies ever

following the dress making. Make an announcement tomorrow to gather in Breskot. Which no representatives read from this country.”  Garra said with great pleasure. He himself called Nadia directly without going through Rama again.

I don't know what Nadia was surprised by. Surely himself

piss off piss now. 'Basic fucking boss' maybe that's what Nadia said

now it's. Along with that Rama sneezed, maybe his name was inside

nadia's curse right now. Absolutely sure!

The morning was bright, as bright as the hope that stretched the sky of the horizon.

Garra uses her best suit. The thin fur on his face is visible

add good looks of a bucin boss. Garra even hanged hope in

this morning. His heart wanted to jump out when it imagined something

it's gonna happen soon. But fear also dominates. What if

the person he was referring to didn't take it anymore? I don't know it's beyond possibility

Gaara at this time.

Wide steps walk down the stairs even with

he walked into the car with the door open

it's like a boss whose blood has been dripping a long time

once.

Garra spread herself, but now she really wants to jump over time

expeditiously. Again Rama had to drive his car elegantly on the streets.

Today Gaara's face looked nervous and excited he imagined this would be

it's a historic day.

Entering office pages where many foreign cars

neatly lined. Gaara entered and was immediately greeted by several division heads

important other. Lilya was surrounded by Gaara's bodyguards walking among the

the old man who is muscular and thick-pitched of course. It's just there's none

among those who can dim the aurah of a Gaara william. Printer

that money.

Garra and the divisions walked into the meeting room which had been filled with several invited guests in the competition that had been sent by Nadia since last night.  One by one Gaara looked at the faces of the

the competition's. What he was looking for was nonexistent. But something interesting

notice her face had never seen her familiar. Not Maira but someone

who was with him.

“You messenger mana.” Garra squinted her eyes suspiciously.

“Include my name Snefia, representative of yamor colletion.” Snephia

said nervously.

The corner of his eye is looking for. Snefia's answer was to open it

Gaara's Purpose. Before Rama speaks.

“Sorry. Each representative must be two people. If I may know

you Together who.” Rama interrupted. His boss looks worried.

“I Together with ...” The sound of the door from the open end,

some people's attention is on. The girl bowed for a moment before running over to Snefia. Then

sitting on an empty bench.

“Dia Lydia, who became a partner in the competition.” Snephia

continuing his words smiled stiffly. Gaara's face looked blackened.

“Sorry, the representative of yamor taka da named Lydia but

Snefia ratnasari and Maira larasati.” Nadia interjected with the registration report

from yamor colletion in his hand.

“Ah about that. Because the name Maira has long resigned from

the company. About two months ago.”  Snefia hesitated.

His breath was roaring, this man was about to rampage.

“Rama continue the meeting.” Garra says. Instantly he moved with a distant face slumped.

His broad legs carried the body without direction.

Where's the. Where else would he have to find Maira. Himself already

very sad to torture. What hope did he say this morning. Why quick

once he was made aware of that hope.

Haaaakkkk …. Shout out Gaara. You need to get out

all the anger and anger in you. Just so you know not all that expedition

in accordance with his kanyataan. That's a proverb that never misses. Even though

you are a god later.

Gaara's move out of the company was very upset.

Trees that became decoration in the room did not escape the Gaara rebellion.

As far as his feet stepped many were destroyed already.

Even the parking lot is now a lot of cars passing through it

suffered damage due to her. It is definitely the company's money that will

replace it.

“Why Maira, why did you punish me with your departure.”

Garra sat languidly in the rough-stained corridor.

it's a very disappointed tone.

Huaaaakkk …. Squeezing her hair will not change

whatever. He is so sorry now. Why why did he used to be a waste

kehadiarn Maira's. Even to the point of not considering the presence of Maira at all.

Why god.

“Kapan.When you'll stop punishing me. Map ..”

shouting as hard as he could, the man hugged himself. She's depressed.

A satpan approached Garra, intent on helping the boss. Beyond the soul's expectations

shikopat the boss came out instantly.

“Master, you're fine.” Sapa satpan holding the shoulder of a man

the man who was curled up on the rough and dirty floor. A burly hand held the old man's hand with a very large size.

Garra got up with sharp eyes. “ What am I

look good just fine.” Garra said, the squeeze on the old man

getting stronger.

“Sorry sir, but this sak ..” Garra squeezes it stronger, stronger,

the security guard's hand could have been

if Rama hadn't come in time.

Akkkkhhc …. Shouted satpan as Garra smiled wickedly, fingers

his finger squeezed tightly on the collar of his shirt. Before Hand

the other burly held Garra's hand.

“Sorry sir, miss Maira will be sad to see this.” Rama said with a sharp look. Garras

releasing hands. Look at his eyes showing stupidity and then back to regret

that's remarkable.

“The girl's name avoids me. Hahaha.” Garra said with

empty glare. His burly hands back squeezed his hair violently.

Walking out in a limped staircase Garra approached the crowded street

motorists. Rama stared confusedly at the man whose suit was already attached to street dust

“If I can't live happily with her, maybe

death will be more beautiful because you can see it.” Because of low tone. Smile

which shows his good looks at a glance. The man's footsteps

carrying a body without a soul runs a race full of riders.

The horns of the car users are simple to each other when men

the desperate are ready to die.

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