MUSE
PROMOTIONS

..."Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is better than wine;"...

...Song of Solomon 1:2 ...

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It rained hard this afternoon, pouring water on the whole city. Not only water, rain also brings strong winds and cold. The road along the main track is jammed, the rain also makes some motorcyclists choose to pull over for a moment. The average of them does not carry a coat - but knows there are only two seasons in the country, drought and rain.

At a coffee shop on the side of the road. A young woman looks engrossed with a pen and paper used bill of coffee bills. Every now and then her brows frowned, for some reason her beautiful face looked so tense and serious. The fingers move agilely when pressing the number button on the phone. With the calculator application he calculates the nominal amount listed in the handwriting.

Pay home installments, pay vehicle installments, pay electric bills this month, water bills, and meal expenses, he murmured inwardly.

There's almost nothing left, even less if I have to take mom to the doctor. The woman rubbed her forehead. While the others were feeling cold from the heavy rain, the woman was sweating instead.

Oh my God, what am I supposed to do? I even sold my ring today. The only valuable thing left. The woman was still in her thoughts.

Right now, he is having financial difficulties. His salary as a marketing bank is not enough to cover all the needs of life. Bank installments, electricity bills, no meal fees, parental allowances, and other urgent needs.

The coffee next to the phone no longer appears to be steaming. The water vapor has disappeared, the temperature, aroma, and taste are no longer the same. He rushed to down it until it was over, the lunch break was almost over. He had to go back to the office.

"Miss Jasmine, your order." A waiter came with a coffee take away and put it on Jasmine's desk. Hot Americano, perfectly wrapped in paper cup and plastic bag bending green color. They say the plastic is from processed cassava, so more go green. Jasmine does not care about the soft plastic, want the plastic is environmentally friendly or not will still not be able to change the facts about her life is increasingly sad.

"Thanks" he said briefly accompanied by a smile.

Jasmine ran small through the rain, crossed on a zebra cross and came to a private bank. Quickly his feet stepped in, causing a fairly loud checkered sound when the tip of the heels collided with the marble floor.

One hour, the most crowded hours, the waiting area is filled with customers. All in line, if you can want to come first soon. Financial transactions that occur in a branch office. Deposit, withdraw cash, clearing, print books, until ATM card management is blocked. Jasmine also did not have time to glance at them. she had to immediately meet the head of the marketing funding department. Overlying.

Jasmin had promised to see the leader after lunch. There was something important that the old man wanted to say. Jasmine greeted some of her co-workers while passing by the corridor.

After tidying up and taking a breath as long as possible, Jasmine ventured to knock on the door with the words marketing director.

"Lake in!" There was a man's voice coming from inside the room.

With hesitation Jasmine walked into the room, there a middle-aged man sitting on a chair staring fixedly at the screen of the smart tablet monitor. His earthy face and calm look stiffened slightly upon seeing Jasmine's arrival.

"Sit down, Jasmine."

"Good, sir." Jasmine slowly sat down in front of the luxurious oak worktable.

The man stopped his work, he took off his glasses and turned his gaze to the figure of Jasmine, with his old eyes he was staring at the bows on the beautiful woman intersecting a boat. The black hair looked damp, wet from the rain.

"This, Mr. coffee, is still hot, fit right in this rain." Jasmine thrust a cup of hot americano coffee onto the table, her boss was so fond of that pitch-black coffee. Jasmine thought of this as a compliment so that the old man would not be too hard on her.

Legang, the man in gray tie was reluctant to answer the stale bases of his men. Choosing to fold his hands in front of his chest, thinking of what words were suitable to punish Jasmine.

"What's wrong, sir? Why call me?" jasmine asked scared.

"You dare to ask what is it? You should have known the reason I called you yesterday!" The voice of the man was rising.

"Sorry, sir." Jasmine looked at the man with a faint look, as if asking for mercy.

"How long have you been working here, Jasmine?"

"Four months, sir." Jasmine lowered her head, her fingers curling at each other to hide her rancor.

"Four months, and in the last month you have not had any customers at all! If this keeps up, it looks like early next month I'll be forced to fire you!" review the man. — Less than one week before the turn of the month.

"No, Sir! Please give me one more chance!" yelling Jasmine cuddling.

"I'm sorry, sir, but he's very rude and arrogant." Jasmine defended herself.

"Hey, Jasmine. He has money, and you don't. You know how this world system works? Money is everything!! At least if you can't use your brain, use your common sense. You can kneel down or kiss her shoes if necessary. Because he doesn't need you! You need her!!"

Jasmine tightly grasped the tip of her skirt until it tangled. The head of his department had no idea what the man was asking of Jasmine. It was as if he concluded everything was that easy.

"I have my own heart" said Jasmine.

"Your price can't make your stomach full, Jasmine. Doesn't your mother still go in and out of the hospital often? Admit you need money, right? Need this job."

"You're right, sir. I need this job." Jasmine remembered her mother in the hometown. Jasmine's heart felt tight, she shed tears.

The man in front of him let out a long sigh, got up, and approached Jasmine.

"You are indeed the son of my late best friend but it all depends on performance as well, Jas. If your performance continues, even if I'm not the leader, the company will still fire you. Why give a salary to marketing that can not produce anything?"

"Give me a chance, sir. I'll find another big customer." Jasmine begged once more.

"It's no use, Jasmine. You better apologize to Mr. Leonardo and ask him to sign an extension of his assets."

Jasmine lowered her head, her heart still rumbling when recalling the incident yesterday afternoon. And now that his boss had asked Jasmine to meet that cruel and strange man again, how could Jasmine?

The sound of thunder again made the glass windows in the multi-storey building vibrate. Raindrops are perfectly attached to the glass. Jasmine could only loosen her shoulders, her gaze staring blankly at the shedding water droplets.

"Come, Jas. I want you to get that contract again no matter how!"

Jasmine resigned herself, she got up from her chair. When he came out of the room, the leader said.

"Oh, yeah. Take back the coffee. I don't like drinking coffee that's cold."

Jasmine nodded, with a slight tremble the woman took another coffee of her gift.

The long corridor greeted Jasmine. All the eyes that passed by were astonished to see his puffy face. Jasmine did not care, quickly the woman went down the stairs towards the exit. Small run. He had to leave from there, maybe crying in the rain would make the sense of tightness that rumbled inside his chest could slightly disappear.

BRUK!!!

Suddenly her tiny body was bounced away from bumping into someone. His hard chest was flushed by the pitch-black coffee. The plain white shirt was stained. The staff accompanying the man were dumbfounded. Their mouths are stretched.

"Basic!! Where the hell are your eyes?" describe a woman who was accompanying the man.

"Sorry, sorry, sir. I was not intentional." Jasmine swallowed her saliva heavily. Regardless of her aching buttocks or her bumped head, the woman got up and took a handkerchief from her bag.

"Sorry, again, sorry." Jemari Jasmine was busy wiping the expensive shirt.

"Well, well, looks like we're meeting again, Miss Marketing." The man grinned.

Hearing her voice, Jasmine suddenly turned pale, with a broken motion she lifted her face. Hoping that the man before him right now was not the same man in his mind. Jasmine looked. How messed up his heart was when it turned out that his hopes were shabby.

"Tu ... Mr. Leon," stutters Jasmine.

...— MVV —...

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