MY BOSSES
Panicked

Abama's footsteps appeared wide, stoutly walking towards the CEO's special elevator. He then pressed the top floor button, 20. His brain thinks with a lot of speculation that might happen, profit-loss or just guess.

There Erick was waiting with an iPad in his hand. The man stood up for a brief handshake with Abama.

"Sit. What did you mean on the phone?" Abama said, making Erick immediately sit down.

He told Abama to read what he had obtained. Where, companies engaged in fire weaponry, as well as food products are quite famous to rule the world. Clovelia.

The company, located at the end of the city of Albarracin, is a large company that pretty much donates its profits to the province of Teruel, Spain. No wonder also, Thelio Selivia Albor position there is quite capable. The proposal was sent again. Even with the use of more detailed formats.

Abama read again, about the intent of the proposal Thelio wrote. Where they invite FeYier Group to work together to create innovative snack products that support intercultural products. The snack in question is a mixture of Spanish and Indonesian culture.

"Send confidants to Muelle de las carabellas. The place where Thelio's been hatching his drug smuggling." Abama's Word.

Erick nodded, "you suspect that Thelio wants to launch his drug snack here, on the FeYier Grub bridge?"

"Isn't it very clear?" Ask Abama. Smiling cynically at Thelio's cunning plan.

"Send spies too, put them in the clovelia. I want to know clearly, how that company works."

"Isn't that too rash, Abama? You know for yourself who Thelio is. He wouldn't have possibly put someone into his company that easily. Even I have information that all Thelio employees live under the man's feet. Their family was in the hands of that bang-sat man. Wrong for a little bit, the cost of one life."

"Just cut calories, Erick. The real goal was that Thelio also wanted to advance his illegal organ trafficking business. There was no way he would have to bother looking for people, let alone kidnap."

"Thelio's hard to guess."

"Make me a proposal to submit acceptance of the cooperation, but on condition. I'll send it to your email this afternoon. You prepare the files, proposals and secret security of FeYier Group." Abama's orders, she stands—

"Waln Sandro's mouth. The old man of the bastotan must know to guard the mouth. Watch Sandro closely. Don't let it slip. Until I manage to reclaim my rights." Connect Abama.

Erick nodded, having to work fast. Then Erick immediately left Abama's room. While Abama himself, began to open his laptop. Read a lot of journals, as well as business information in the world. Read a lot of business books. After that, the burly hand was agilely dancing on the keyboard. Everything that will be written is the main key, Abama can enter.

George Lonen must be released. In accordance with his promise.

"First, take care of my daughter, Alexandra Lonen. Second, help me be free when I'm entangled with the Spaniard." Said George at that time.

****

Sandro forcibly opened Yasie's work door. Where the old man was now standing with an angry look, filled with countless pains. Yasie, she's her daughter. The child born to a woman so Sandro puja, Sandro took care of with all his heart. Even Sandro willing if it should be Abama's food. He'll never open his voice about Yasie's foul wits.

For Sandro, Yasie was everything. She's a darling, very dear. Although sometimes it is rough. Still, his heart softened as he sat down with Yasie. It was this sincerity that made Sandro dare to proclaim himself, that he had stolen the secret data of the company FeYier Group.

"Yasie! I told you how many times? That rotten whimper! You are no longer a free woman. You're a wife. You have a husband! Price him. If only you couldn't appreciate your husband, then let go!" Sort of Sandro, walking gallantly towards the already messed up big table.

Yasie was silent, he was too fond of lust, to forget the place where the craze was. His father was often to the company, just a greeting and then go or accompany him to work.

Yasie's condition was round naked, with a flushed face. Sweat soaked some meaningless files lying on the table. As for the man, he was one of Yasie's employees. His only intention was to ask for a signature. However, when Yasie lyrics his big rod. Then the sweet promise of ascending office was thrown.

Their actions are brutal. Where the man is also the same naked round. Everywhere scattered thick white liquid. All things collapsed, over the ferocity of Yasie and the man. Stinging smell, to make Sandro close his eyes—malu.

"Let go of the man's rotten trunk Yasie! I'm your father here!" Shouted Sandro, until he hit the table hard.

"Dad please come out first. You know my illness, then shut up. My lust is at the top of my head." Yasie said trying slowly.

Still he moved his hips, stuck the man's trunk deeper. While the man's hand casually, played Yasie's breast. Totally bonkers.

Sandro finally closed the door rudely, he waited for his son to finish with the sinful bad business. His chest he held tightly, with a memory capable of making him slap deep. Crazy going to ks is the thing Sandro put down on Yasie. Before he got married, Sandro was able to admire many women every day. But after Sandro found a woman who was able to compensate, Sandro chose to stop and try to control himself by seeking treatment.

And Yasie? The woman even enjoyed it. It made it look like the disease was a weapon for him. Though lust can be controlled, can be pressed and eliminated. La-cur is still la-cur.

Waiting for two hours, the man came out with a hand holding his own trunk.

"Damn! Miss Yasie was able to make my sister abrasive." He muttered without regard to Sandro who had put on a fierce face.

Sandro came in, and immediately grabbed onto Yasie's strong hair.

Blam it!

"YOUR BRAINS YOU PUT WHERE YASIE IS!" shouted Sandro, once again banging Yasie's head on the table.

"Dad... Be calm. I will make this day a lesson. I'm sorry." His eyes glazed over, then kissed Sandro's feet.

Women's tricks are incredible. Sandro's heart melted and immediately hugged Yasie.

"For what? I'm not sick." Yasie stroked her father's hand gently.

"That hurts Yasie. All humans have lust. Some who already know the taste, also want to continue. But they can control, while you? Indiscriminately insert the rod into your own hole."

"I'm just a little stressed, dad. Abama hurt me yesterday."

Sandro let his breath go, "just give me the secret data. Until you die trying to learn from the codes, in fact this company will not be able to survive without an injection of funds from Abama."

"I just need to get closer to Abama, and ask one by one. Arman group will shine in its time. Dad, you keep quiet and on my plan."

"You are a crazy couple!"

Yasie smiled softly, "me and Abama are indeed soul mates, father."

"What's your plan?" Ask Sandro.

"Killing Abama's affair. She's a woman who's been able to erase Abama's love from me, so she deserves to die."

"Don't let you drag me to this. Wouldn't I survive in prison at dusk."

"Dad just calm down. It's gonna be my business."

"Clean up your mess. I'm h-home. The more sick I get in this hell-bent place."

"Be careful, father."

****

Clovelia,

Albarracin, Spain.

"Senor, FeYier Group sent a counter proposal." Said one of Thelio's secretaries.

"What's the answer?" Tanya Thelio, playing her wine glass.

"He agrees when you implement the three conditions that have been made. First, meet in person. Second, openness. Third, the goal."

Thelio nodded, "little companies are already that brave." He looked down.

"I can't meet just anyone. And my goal in working with him is to get FeYier Group into a trap I'm about to set."

"FeYier Group is the company that George is protecting. The property, assets of Lonen company are in the protection of FeYier Group now. I should be able to make it ruin. After that, I just killed George Lonen." Connect Thelio.

"Show the bio of FeYier Group owners." Thelio's Order.

He looked at that face, handsome with a gallant posture.

"Where in Jakarta?" Ask Thelio.

"Yes, Senor."

"Aren't they all related?" Ask Thelio.

"I think so, Senor. In view of any aspect the cause of this mastermind is all centered in Jakarta."

True, Thelio was hiding to protect himself. Even though he had great power to pay them. Still, he'll have to hide until that stupid detective, Glen Johnson, stops to investigate the SP47 case.

"Set up my meeting with him. I want to meet my opponent."

"Good, Senor. I'm retreating."

Thelio waved his hand. His eyes glanced at the laptop that was lit up in front of him. There was a sense of satisfaction when he found the condition of George who had been stabbed to death. Where he was only able to lie with his hands and feet chained. His body every day had to get twenty blows. Noise, quiet and sometimes shocking. Geroge's mentality and physique are at stake.

A look of hate flared from Thelio's eyes. It was as if it had never been extinguished, and continued to extend all the way to his blood. George has stolen his Barheli. All destroyed. Had Barhelia not fallen into George's hands, Thelio would have found her. Now, there's only Thelio's thirst for Barhelia.

The man stood up, moving towards the spot where Barhelia's body was preserved and heavily guarded by trained guards. There are also doctors who are researching, to revive Barhelia.

Thelio's crazy!.

SERIATE....