My Culun CEO
#158 - Paths Each

Freya returned home and sat down on the edge of her bedroom bed. He tried to catch his breath after meeting Damian.

Freya held onto her chest. It was a decision he had never imagined.

Freya still vividly remembered the end result of their meeting today.

"I can't manage your life. If what you want is there, then do it. I want to pursue my dreams, and you also pursue your dreams." - Freya

"Is there not the slightest priority for me in your life?" - Damian

"Damians..."

"I love you but it seems like I'm the only one fighting here."

"It's not like that..."

"Then what was it like?!" Damian's voice began to harden. "I can't believe I was rejected so many times by the woman I love. Even now I still love him."

Freya exhaled a rough breath. Freya knew it was hard for Damian. But it's also hard for him. Being in a position that was never considered to exist, Freya wanted to prove if she could with her own efforts. And he won't give up until he succeeds.

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One week later,

"So, what kind of effort do you want?" asked Edo while visiting a shophouse owned by Freya that will be used as his new office.

"Financial consultant and public accountant, Bang," Freya replied by tidying up some items for her new office supplies.

"Well, I can't believe you're going to make your own dreams come true. Hey, where'd you get this kind of money, huh?"

Freya grimaces. "Loan from the bank. Naina's sister helped me."

"Ck, you're this! Why not just use your own money?"

"No, Bang. If that's the name is not his own business. I want to start completely from scratch, Bang."

"Huh! Yes already. What about the workers?"

"I'm doing a recruitment, Bang. Later brother will participate in the selection too! I want to have competent staff but not arrogant either."

Edo chuckles. "Yes yes, all right. You're smart too, my sister. Oh yeah, I heard Damian's back in Paris. Are y'all..."

"There's nothing, Bang. We decided to pursue each other's dreams first."

"Haaah! I don't know. I don't understand your mind." Again Edo exhaled a rough breath.

Freya looked at her smile. "I'd be so happy if all this went well, Bang."

Edo hugged Freya's shoulder. "The gate will always be there for you. Don't worry about anything. Okay?!"

"Yes, Bang. Thank you for your help all along. But after this, I'll try myself. Don't worry, brother!"

Edo hugged Freya. A warm and deep hug from a sister.

While in different parts of the world, Damian was taking Joseph for a walk in a wheelchair. Since coming to Paris, Joseph has been directly put in the hospital.

Damian always accompanied his grandfather to be eager to get back to health. For a week, Joseph was bored in his room.

And today, Joseph asked Damian to accompany him around the hospital complex. The young man tried to develop his smile despite the fact that his heart was restless and not passionate.

"You haven't introduced your girlfriend yet, Damian. Grandpa heard you were dating the youngest daughter of the Moremans. It turns out that your taste hasn't changed!" joseph opened the conversation.

Damian just smiled bitterly.

"What's wrong? Why didn't you answer? You guys are okay, right?" continued Joseph.

"Grandfather, me and Freya .. we decided to live our own lives. He wants to pursue his dream, and I .. want to accompany Grandpa here." Damian sat on a long bench and looked ahead.

Joseph, who was usually a little hard on his grandson, can now only be silent. He was saddened by what his grandson was going through.

"Why is grandpa silent? Didn't grandfather want to know how I got into Freya?"

Joseph looked at Damian. "Yes how else. Maybe fate is testing your love. Now you just focus on your treatment. You decided to come here. Then you must bear all the consequences. Understood?"

Damian smiled then nodded. "Yes, Cake. Thank ye. I thought grandpa would scold me as usual."

Joseph laughed out loud. "Grandfather did that because grandpa loved you. But since you've changed so much, grandfather will no longer punish you. Grandpa just asked you to live well."

"Yes, Cake. Grandpa too must recover and return to health as before."

Joseph chuckles. "Grandfather is old. Being treated like anything will not heal. But, with your presence and Jonathan's, it makes grandfather happy again. And it makes our body immune increased. Don't you?"

"Yes, Cake. Then we go back to the room! It's getting dark. Grandpa should rest!"

Damian pushed Joseph's wheelchair back to his nursery.

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One year later...

"One two three, cheers!"

The sound of glasses filled a karaoke room where Freya and some of her employees were celebrating their success in terms of work.

"Let's toast to Miss Freya!" aisha exclaimed by raising her glass up.

"Success is always for Ya Consultant!" call the other employees.

Freya developed her smile and shared her joy with her employees. Today, a year of celebration of his consulting firm.

One year running, the consulting firm called Ya Consultant already has hundreds of clients, some of which are large companies or state officials.

Actually the work that Freya did was still fairly rare, but Freya herself was optimistic until finally she could reach this point. Freya even hid her identity as the daughter of the Moremans. He does not want to get clients because of the connection.

Freya fought alongside Aisha, who still faithfully accompanied the young lady to the success she is today.

"Miss, after this, where are you going?" ask Aisha.

"Oh? I'm going to Naina's sister's. I promised I'd come there."

"alright. Miss, don't you want to sing?"

"Eh? A sing? No, Aisha! You're the one who sings!" reject Freya.

But with the insistence of his employees, finally inevitably Freya donated a song with her independent voice. Everyone clapped their hands to hear Freya sing an upset song that seemed to represent her heart's current feelings.

After singing, Freya decided to say goodbye. He must immediately go to Naina's house because her brother must have been waiting for her.

Walking a little staggering, Freya tried to hold back her drunk. He only drinks a little inside. But his head seemed to swirl and his gaze began to blur.

"Ouch! My head!" Freya held her dizzy head.

His staggering body was about to fall if only no one would support him immediately. Lucky a sturdy body figure swiftly holding it.

"You okay?" ask the owner of the body.

Faintly Freya could recognize who the figure who held it.

"Well, Vicky?" freya muttered.