NAIMA
THE CEO'S

Naima walked so gracefully into a multi-storey building. There are thousands of employees who depend on fate in the company owned by the grandfather.

"This is your new CEO. Miss Naima Hartono!" head of HRD Division.

"Welcome Miss!" all employees bowed respectfully.

It was still morning, but the sun was very hot. Many employees sweat because the weather is very hot.

"Thank you everyone. I ask for cooperation so that this company will move forward!" exclaiming Naima nodded her head in return for the respect of the employees.

"You may return to your respective divisions of work!" the girl's orders.

"Thank you Miss!" all employees are happy not to play.

All the employees disbanded, as did Naima. Lots of work waiting. Naima is not a person who thirsts for praise or arrogance and makes all employees have to be hot.

"This lady is Dzikra and your assistant Adinda and also your main secretary!" said Andre introduced the men and women who will be his subordinates.

"Okay, you know your jobdesk. I don't like to repeat commands!" naima said so firmly.

"Yes Miss!" the pair of humans bowed respectfully.

"For the leadership of PT N. Graha will directly march to the company you lead Miss!" report Andre.

"Okay Sir!" Naima nods.

"Master?" Andre scrunched his forehead.

"G ... Sis!" Naima smiled at her grandfather's subordinate.

Both Dzikra and Adinda saw the familiarity of the two. Naima is half younger than Andre. Mature men who are not married due to the tasks they carry.

"But my father's age. Did my brother call me Papa?" kerling Naima nosy.

"Miss ...."

"Well, come on, Papa!" breaking up Naima feels Andre is like his father who is firm and indisputable.

"Miss, the division meeting is about to start in an hour!" adinda said when she saw the circular timepiece on her left arm.

"Good, get everything ready!" Naima nods.

Andre could only sigh deeply. The man's heartbeat was already irregular the night he held his young lady. Andre had a hard time sleeping because of his changing feelings towards the beautiful girl.

'He considers me his father?' andre was sad to hear that.

However, his age is similar to the late Deon Hartono. The father of Naima, the girl who managed to overhaul his heart.

"Miss Naima! Welcome!" exclaim the division heads of PT Hart. Corp.

Meeting's starting. Some of the designs presented by all division heads were partially rejected by Naima, partly revised and partly re-examined. Naima must be really observant.

"Mr Sardi, I'd like a quarterly report of this work you've described!" pinta Naima received a report in the production development division.

"Yes Miss!" sardi.

"Okay, I think that's enough. What is rejected, try to fix it again and carefully again the target. As you need to revise, try repairing your attachments!" naima again.

All bowed respectfully. There was no pressure or anger like their shadow.

"I'm asking that today be done!" naima continued firmly.

A big breath sounded. Naima glanced sharply at all the men there. The girl immediately read which one actually worked and which one relied solely on the reports alone without plunging in the process.

"Miss, there's a meeting with Mr. Pratama's company at the restaurant x half an hour away!" adinda said again.

Naima nodded, slightly sighing. Today the girl's schedule is very busy. Andre pityed to see the tired look of the girl.

There were four meetings at four different venues and Naima had to attend. The girl seems to be making strict rules if she wants to meet in the same place.

"Adinda, change all the hours and places at one point for all the meetings ahead!" the girl's orders were firm.

"Sorry Miss. If we do that, then the project is hard to lobby for!" terang Adinda's.

"Aren't they the ones who need us?" ask Naima flat.

"Tomorrow change everything!" naima's orders were firm.

"If you want to work with our company. Then they must submit to our rules!" the girl did not want to compromise.

"Yes Miss!" sahut Adinda's.

"From all the restaurants we visited. Which is the recommendation for the next meeting, Miss?" ask Dzikra.

"Honestly, none of the four tasted good. Even the portions are very few," complained Naima.

Everyone nodded in agreement. But those four places were very famous and luxurious. People come there just for prestige.

"His service was just a pleasantries, too" Naima complained again.

Again, everyone agrees. Naima was still silent to think. He can't decide yet.

"That's it. We take the restaurant that the first colleague wanted. If anyone wants to work together. Then pull all in the same place so we save time and budget!" Naima.

"Do cooperation on the restaurant that will be used as a meeting place one day before!' an idea flashed through Naima's brain.

"Good idea Miss!" praise Andre.

"Or do we create a corporate canteen as a meeting center?" chirps Dzikra.

"Cantin does not sell international menu Dzik!" sahut Adinda lazy.

"We can do that" said Naima enlightened.

"We can pamper the tongue of employees with delicious dishes in the style of five-star restaurants at affordable prices," he continued enthusiastically.

"Please tell the logistics division of the employees. Add a new international menu in the cafeteria, Dzikra!" naima's orders are pleased.

"Yes Miss!" the young man smiled happily.

Dzikra drove and Andre sat by his side. Naima sat down with Adinda.

The night was late.seven people got down from different cars. Pratma helped her father down and sat in a wheelchair.

The man was declared healthy. The man's health had no effect. Usually, the circumstances of people who have an influence on the business world will affect the rise and fall of stocks. But since the breakthrough that Naima made. That's not happening anymore.

"Rest is Pa" said Pratma.

The man was already in his room. Agung nodded and said thank you. Everyone chose to stay in the mansion.

Great is waiting for his wife, but Sofia does not go into the room. The man is agitated. Bad thoughts flashed, Sofia would leave him alone after all was revealed later.

"Sophy!" call him in a little loud voice.

Agung pressed the intercom bell on the nightstand. Before long Pratma came back in with a sleepy face.

"Where's your mom?" tanya Agung.

"Mama?" Pratma scrunched her forehead.

The man also did not get his mother to be on his side.

"Try me to find it in another room, Pa," he said and left the room.

Sofia came in in a sleeping robe. His lips were irritated.

"What Mas?" tanyanya.

"Where are you sleeping? You've never left this room in all this time?" ask Great..

"I'm just getting used to ...," Sofia's calm reply left Agung speechless.

The deg! Pain and tenderness. That's what the Great feels right now.

Seriate.

Haven ... Gung .. Thank you, you don't deserve to be loved.

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