Namoras
Meet with Joe William

Namora, with a tired face standing on the topmost level of the Martins Group's seven-storey office building. He looked down like a king looking at the land of his power. Both of his hands entered his pants pocket, while his standing style was extremely cold.

Some people stood behind him without daring to make a sound. They were like subordinates who were obedient to his lord.

Kreej...,

Namora suddenly pulled out her hand from her pants pocket, then rubbed her stomach. She's starving. Since morning, no food has entered his stomach.

Some of the people standing behind him smiled, then looked the other way.

Slowly Namora glanced at them, but she immediately turned her gaze. A little shame fell on him.

Big bosses, authoritarians, decision makers, people who just signed a cooperation contract with a value of eight hundred million dollars. But the worms in his stomach were ringing. It's not a funny joke.

Namora glanced back at the people behind her by tilting her head. This time their laughter was unstoppable. Be it Thea, the director of the finance department, the director of the marketing department, Mr. Karim and a few more people were already unable to hold back a laugh.

Namora finally snorted in annoyance, then stepped closer to them.

As soon as he approached, their laughter vanished without a trace.

"I'm hungry" Namora said honestly.

"Young master. If you're hungry, don't prestige" this time Mr. Karim gave a sharp mockery right on Namora's nose. And indeed only Mr. Karim who dared to speak. Maybe because they are used to being together and Namora is also a student of Mr. Karim in terms of driving a car, so, a little bit of Karim dares to joke with him.

"Huh. You are indeed inconsiderate," Namora replied scowled. Then he stepped up to leave them. However, just three steps, his phone rang.

Namora immediately pulled out her cell phone, then saw the name on the caller was her mother.

"Mother," Namora said in a soft, gelatinous tone.

"Hasian. Where are you son?" Ask the mother who does not know that her son has just won the war in the company.

"Still in the Martins Group, Mom!" Answer Namora.

"What time is it, why have you been in the office so long?"

Namora pulled Karim's hand. He glanced at the clock on the old man's arm, then replied. "Four o'clock in the afternoon, ma'am,"

"Namorah. Your father asked that you come to the Martins hotel immediately. Come quickly! Because our chairman is here. Your father asked you to accompany him shopping" said Mirna across the street.

"Chairman? What chairman, Mom? Mora doesn't understand. Isn't Mora the chairman?"

"Mora darling. What chairman are you? The one in the Martins Group is currently the great chairman of the Dragon Empire organization. Even your father has to kneel before him. Come quickly and protect the chairman. Otherwise, the city of Kemuning will be in trouble!" Mirna's orders were firmly from the other end.

Namora's heart thumped at the commanding words from her mother. I don't know why his heart became unsettled. Even his instincts say that in the future there will be many calamities that befall him when he has to face people he does not know.

"Mora!"

"Eh. Iy. yes, Mother. Mora will be there soon!" Reply Namora stammered.

"Huh? Fine..," Namora immediately ended the call. After that, he half ran towards the elevator. Then he disappeared into the elevator room. While the others just looked at each other not understanding to see Namora's behavior that was suddenly frightened like that.

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The Martins Hotel

The dark blue Toyota Hardtop car that looks very dashing stops at the very edge of the Martins Hotel parking area.

When Namora and Rio had just gotten off, he saw over a thousand vehicles with all their brands parked there. In fact, since then he noticed around the hotel building was fenced by a multi-layered car. It's a scary sight. What force is capable of mobilizing such a large number of humans. Imagine if every car filled by two people, then maybe the number will reach three thousand people. That's if two people. What if four people?

Namora sighed, then pulled the hand of her cousin, Rio's son, then stepped following her Uncle and aunt into the hotel lobby.

As soon as they arrived inside, Namora scrunched her forehead when she saw the messy interior of the hotel. There he also saw three men and a woman he knew as a manager in Tower Mall in a state of sweat and fatigue. Their breaths looked like they had just run for thousands of meters. At a table, he saw a pile of various types of mobile phones just located. While in another corner, he saw Hendro was wearing a hotel maid outfit. Hendro's face looked very pitiful. In fact, there is not the slightest impression of arrogance on the face that since childhood used to look up to the sky.

"What's going on?" Namora thought to herself. He did not know that this incident was none other than the work of a young man who was his age. He was the one his mother had said earlier as the head of the Dragon Empire. Just now the young man tortured them and forced them to dance while accompanied by Hindustani songs. Anyway, it's aca-aca nehi-nehi!

"Dam. Is this the guy?" Namora said back in her heart. He saw a young man sitting in the middle of the room with a middle-aged man holding his chair. It behaves exactly like a monkey that just got off the chain. Can't be quiet.

As soon as the young man stood up, the middle-aged man swiftly lifted the seat occupied by the young man earlier, then followed him from behind obediently.

"What the hell," Namora's head suddenly felt itchy, although she often hard-wearing lime.

Namora looked straight ahead, where she saw her father and mother standing with laughter.

As soon as Tigor and Mirna saw Namora, she immediately greeted their son with a reprimand. "Namorah. Give your respects to our chief!"

Namora was surprised a little, then she immediately bowed her body saluting. But, even though he was bowing, his gaze was straight forward looking at the young man. He felt that young man was very handsome. Even he felt inferior handsome to the young man. Although he admitted that in Tunas National High School, he was the most handsome young man number Wahid. But in front of the young man, he felt defeated.

"I, Namora Habonaran salute the chief!" Namora said smoothly, although her tone remained cold.

"Chairman, he is my son named Namora Habonaran. Maybe you will feel sad and uncomfortable if I accompany you to just walk in the tower mall. But, with my son, I don't think so. And you're Namora, protect the chairman with your life!" Tigor's orders were firm.

"Namora understand, Dad!" Answer Namora briefly.

"Uncle. Can I buy anything at the Tower Mall? Where's the money?" The young man did not understand.

Hearing this, Tigor laughed. In his heart he said that this young man named Joe William was very innocent. For what he is worried about money, while the Tower Mall is his. But that was Joe William who was educated and raised in a difficult situation.

"Chairman. Follow Namora! He will arrange everything for you" replied Tigor with a fatherly face.

"Good, Uncle!" Joe William was excited.

(For stories like Namora and Joe and their friends shopping at Tower Mall, I don't need to explain in detail here. This is because of the story in the previous book, Joe William)

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