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Dejavu...

Dean seemed to be thinking along the way. His attention had never been separated from the portrait of the former house owned by the Permana family.

Oh yes and one more, Dean's attention was centered on Samuel's self-portrait obtained secretly by some of his hired detectives.

Along the way in his big black car, Dean just mute as if he was remembering something. Yes... dejavu it back again, the blurry pieces of his past memories one by one milling around disturbed him.

One heavy breath was now created.

"Sir, we go to the Permana Group company, I share the location now." Dean said to his personal driver.

Mr. Kardi just nodded obediently without saying much, a second later the vehicle numbered police D 34 AN was driving at medium speed towards the location he had shared.

....

The SUV with a shiny black color now stops in the basement parking garage of the thirty-story office building.

"Master sure you don't want me to put it down in front of the main door of this building?" ask Mr. Kardi while looking back, towards the employer.

Dean shook his head slowly. "Let me take the elevator behind. Later if I call you, you pick me up at the main door."

"Okay, sir," nodded Kardi politely.

...

Dean walked along the corridors of Permana's office. A few pairs of eyes were on him. Especially the eyes of the female employees there.

They also gossiped about a handsome but cold-faced man. One smile is not visible from both corners of the lips that can be said to be a little thick and always pink.

But alas, the handsome man seemed to respond not one bit to the attention and also their amazed gaze until Dean reached the lobby guard girl.

"Please, I want to meet Mr. Permana."

"Oh-I'm sorry to know what your name is?"

"Say if Dean Sanjaya wants to meet."

The lobby guard nodded briefly then grabbed the phone handle and made a call on channel number one.

"Sorry sir outside there is Mr. Dean Sanjaya who wants to meet the father___ Oh-iya good sir___ well I did."

The beautiful and fragrant woman hung up the phone and politely offered to take Dean to Permana.

"Let my master deliver, Mr. Permana has been waiting for you," he said politely.

Dean nodded and walked after the footsteps of the beautiful woman in a very polite work attire.

Until both of them came to one room. The beautiful woman knocked on the door slowly and opened the door knob after getting permission to enter it.

"Please sir."

Dean just gave a small nod while giving his smile to the woman, and that's one thing Dean rarely does to just anyone.

Dean entered the spacious room containing a large work desk, a long sofa with two small sofas that complement the. Mini bar complete with all brands of alcoholic beverages with low levels decorate the shelves on the mini bar.

"Please sit Mr. Dean, please...." Permana warmly welcomed Dean's arrival, of course Permana knew who the figure of the man who was currently standing before him.

Although the man's style of dress is not as formal as he is, it still gives the impression that he has a great power in the business world.

"So you are the son of Mr Sanjaya?" ask Permana who started their conversation first.

Dean nodded. "Yes, I am the son of my father, Sanjaya Hadiprawirya."

Dean replied firmly.

The man smiled politely. Then suddenly move from his seat and step towards his mini bar.

"What do you want to drink? The wine? tequila?" tawar Permana's.

"I'm a wine connoisseur especially a decades-old one" replied Dean.

The mirror pulled a small smile back.

"With or without ice?" ask Permana again.

"With ice, if it doesn't bother you," replied Dean.

"Of course not." Perma grabbed two crystal glasses and put some small rectangular-shaped ice blocks into the glass. Then he poured the wine into the crystal glass.

"Please." Perma held out a crystal glass towards Dean. And was greeted by the young Ceo.

"Thank you."

"I know your father, Sanjaya is one of the most honest and trustworthy businessmen."

Dean pulled back a smile in response then slowly sipped the wine glass in his hand.

"So if I may know, what is the need for you to come to my company?" ask Permana again while crossing her legs while sitting on the sofa with Dean. Then it was his turn to sip his wine glass.

"I heard that the Atlantis toll project that your company is working on needs new investors?"

"You're right we need cooperation with some private companies to build the project" Permana replied with a bit of a serious attitude.

"My company is willing to be that investor. And I think this cooperation will benefit all parties." Dean responded with a face that was no less serious. His calm and charismatic carrying made Dean always respected by several clients and owners of large companies. Plus, Sanjaya's family-owned companies are all highly trusted and influential among businessmen and political elites.

"If you're serious about your speech-then there's no reason for me to reject it." Permana again greeted Dean with a sincere smile.

For Permana, this cooperation will also establish a working relationship with Sanjaya Group will increasingly lead to a better direction.

"I've never messed with my decision, Mr. Permana. Moreover, I have first become a client of your son, Samuel Perdana."

Permana pulled the two thick eyebrows that looked a little gray.

"really?"

Dean nodded. "The advertising company owned by Sam, I entrust to help make product advertising promos from my company." Dean replied again, this time with a more relaxed facial expression.

"Alright, then from tomorrow our cooperation contract will be prepared." The jewel extended an open palm towards Dean Sanjaya and was greeted by him.

"It's nice to do business with you, Mr. Permana" Dean said.

And greeted with a polite nod of Permana, the two then tighten each other's hands.

"Sorry I still have work, I beg you to say goodbye Mr Permana." Dean paused for a moment.

"Let my emissary come tomorrow to prepare everything about our cooperation."

"Oh well, once again welcome to join this tender."

Dean nodded slowly.

"Then I beg you to resign. Thank you for a glass of wine today."

"Never hesitate."

Dean once again shook hands with Permana, strangely he felt a strange rumble as the two shook hands with each other. Dean finally came out of Permana's office after the man was about fifty-five years old and opened the door for him.

Permana is still staring at the departure of Ceo as well as the heir to the throne from the business work of Sanjaya Group from the doorstep of his room.

In the depths of Permana's heart, he seemed to have known the young Ceo. I don't know when and where.

Strange.

....

Dean walked back down the hallways and corridors of Permana's company.

Dozens of pairs of flickering eyes again looked at him wildly. Beautiful faces in fashionable work clothes look so dazzling to anyone who looks at them.

But none of the women had Dean's attention focused on them.

The athletic-bodied Ceo with a slight thin sideburn on its chin just walked straight and ignored the women who were still blatantly watching him from the edge of the office corridor.

Until Dean suddenly saw a woman walking in the opposite direction to him. The graceful woman Dean could guess was around fifty years old.

Until the distance between the two is now only a few jengkal, Dean can see the beautiful face of the graceful woman. And he could recognize the face, Dean remembered it from some of the portraits his detectives gave him yesterday.

That's not wrong, that woman is Anita. Wife of Permana and mother of Samuel.

Dean gave a respectful nod of his head towards the woman as the distance between the two now drew closer.

Just a nod of respect from Dean, until the two walked back to each other. Dean could see if the woman even glimpsed at him and nodded her head back.

Again Dean could feel the dejavu...

what's really going on with me ? inner Dean astonished.

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to be continue....