Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 2: The First Meeting
The black supercar stops in front of the corporate lobby of Bratt Creative Digital.
A half-bule, tall and athletic man descends from the black supercar. That man is none other than Bratt. Bratt Creative Digital Company.
Bratt's appearance is unlike the CEO-CEO in general who wears a formal suit and tie and shiny pantofel shoes.
Bratt clothing style to the office is very casual by wearing a semi-formal suit with t-shirts in it and jeans and only use sneakers and not to miss sunglasses that add to his good looks.
With the hand he put in his pants pocket, Bratt walked into the building.
"Good morning Mr. Bratt." Greet the security guard standing at the lobby door.
"Morning." Reply Bratt while throwing his car keys.
"Park my car." Bratt's orders.
"Good sir." Reply Mr. Satpam.
Bratt returned to the elevator. There are no elevators for the CEO, only two elevators and all employees including Bratt use the two lifts.
The Bratt Creative Digital building is not very large and has only six floors. Understandably, the name is also a company that has only been established for about five years.
Ting. Elevator door opens. Bratt got into the elevator.
Seeing that no one else wanted to enter the elevator, Bratt pressed a button to close the door.
"Wait!!!" Shouted a woman as she ran towards the elevator. Bratt pushed the button to open the door.
With one medium-sized package, the woman got into the elevator with breathless breath.
That woman is Alea. He just picked up the package he ordered online.
"Thank you." Alea. Alea had yet to realize that the man she was with right now was Mr. Bratt.
Bratt glanced at Alea.
"Did you just pick up the package?" Ask Bratt.
Alea turned to Bratt. His eyes are perfectly round.
"Mr Bratt." Shocked Alea.
"Other times if you want to pick up a package, you can get OB to take him to your division. If there are ten packages, it means ten times you go down just to pick up the package. It's a waste of time." Said Mr. Bratt flat.
"Sorry sir, this is the first time I've received a package at this company."
"Are you a new employee?"
"Yes, sir, it's only been six months."
"Design graphics sir."
"Is the graphic design revision done creating concepts for facial wash advertising?" Ask Bratt.
"It's Master."
"good. Tell Zhinta in an hour we'll gather in the conference room." Bratt.
Ting. Elevator door opens. They're on the fifth floor. That meant Alea had already reached the floor where her devise was.
"I'm first Mr." Pamit Alea's. Alea came out of the elevator.
After Alea exited, Bratt closed the elevator doors again and the elevator went back up to the sixth floor where the room was.
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"Mr Zhinta, Mr. Bratt said we're in the meeting room for an hour." Alea conveyed the message Bratt had said to her.
"Oh yeah? How come Mr. Bratt has no calling me."
"I met Mr. Bratt earlier in the elevator." Answer Alea.
"Oh." Zhinta's mouth was rounded.
"Are you ready, right, percentage?" Ask Zhinta.
"It's Mom." Reply Alea.
"Good then." Reply Zhinta.
After delivering Bratt's message to Zhinta, Alea continued her footsteps towards her desk.
He did not immediately open the package he ordered online and instead kept the package into his desk drawer and locked it so that no one who opened the package. Because the contents of the package were the tools Alea would use to satisfy her cravings.
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