Office Hour
The Beginning He Hates Me

The project we were working on at the time came from a person named Siswoto, who after I searched the name on the internet turned out to be the founder of a resort in the Gili Trawangan area. Bu Meilinda wants credit disbursement to be done at once according to the proposed Fee Budget Plan.

Which I think is pretty weird.

Usually, for a development that starts from zero, the Bank disburses its financing gradually in accordance with the proposed progress. It was to find out whether the financing from the Bank was really used for development or even used for things that are not in accordance with the submission.

Disbursing 20 billion in all financing for projects that are not yet clear, usually the end will be bad credit. Customers, as is human custom, will be tempted to buy unnecessary items, even tend to ignore their plans at the beginning, when funds are given AT ONCE.

Bu Meilinda's Reason: Mr. Siswoto is still a relative of Bataragunadi, so it does not need to be enforced as strictly as usual. “If there is a problem, I will be responsible,” said Bu Meilinda.

“Good ma'am, then the one that signed in the mother's proposal also right? Because I think not all agree,” I immediately talk so.

Suddenly, all eyes were on me.

All the officials, all the management, all the commissioners, paid close attention to me.

I was still a new child, not yet able to sort out which ones are connected and which ones are outsiders. And I consider Bu Meilinda, even though her position is my Boss, is a human who has the same goal, which is to advance the company.

“Proposal signed by Marketing from Credit Division,” hiss Bu Meilinda. “This submission also helps their target,”

“Oh, well,” I wrote that clause on my phone, “So if there is a problem and the credit is NPF, the one in charge is Bu Meilinda and the entire staff of the Credit Division yes ma'am. Great also yes Officer now the salary is great it seems, to be able to compensate 20 billion losses. So the division to replace the loss is what percentage?”

Everyone shut up again.

I just stared at them one by one.

I already know where this thing is headed. Nepotism like this, could be Bu Meilinda also part of the ration of thawing.

But, if there is a problem, the one who must be responsible is the person who signed the submission, namely.

“Dimas, you are new so it seems that you do not understand,” hissing Meilinda while throwing a jeweled pen on the table.

It seems he was trying hard to hold back his anger on me.

“That, this submission can help our Bank target to meet this year's achievements,” said Bu Meilinda again.

The language is already high level, but I think even muters, not directly to the point.

A sign that people want to do something illegal but can not explain clearly. Toxic people, in other words.

“Sepasuras it this company to expect credit customers who are seen at a glance security also knows that people will not be able to pay installments,” hisisku do not want to lose.

Trouble is,

If the Siswoto is to enter as a customer, who hassles us - we are also, the staff.

“Then, Dimas...what is your suggestion?” asked Bu Meilinda with a sharp look at me.

“My job as an auditor is to provide input that is in accordance with SOP, not advice,”. “If you do not want to be protested, do not enter the Auditor as a meeting participant. Because our job is as Rem, contrary to marketing duties as Gas,”

I heard some people chuckling. I don't know what they mean by laughing.

“For what mothers give customer recommendations, it is also not the duty of mothers. Even strange if mom intersects with me,” I said straightforwardly.

In the past, I might have smiled.

But right now what I'm thinking, I want people to know my dark side. So that I'm not too liked.

Because.if I get liked, the results even worse.

“Then put it this way,” A voice with a tone echoed at the end of the table. I almost choked on my own spit.

Suddenly the figure appeared as soon as the high chair was flipped.

She was there from there?

Oh, my God. His face is spooky. Like facing a creature that rises from the grave but we cannot escape. Fixated. Waiting preyed.

In front of his desk was a sign.

Buset...

It looks like Dracula.

But if you look at it more clearly, he's actually cool. Japanese Rock era singer. Gothic and baritone sound.

“Dimas...” he seemed silent for a while while staring at the laptop in front of him, “Tanurahardja. Your name there ethnic asian yes,” he murmured so.

“No Sir, Like my father give me the name of sir,” hisisku. I don't know why I'm named that either. I'll ask my mother. Name Mas Bram no ‘Tanurahardja’ its loh.

“... Tanurahardja Sandro, Unique Name,” muttered Mr. Khamandanu again. Uh, or Rusli sir?

“So,” Mr. Khamandanu looks at me. Ih, feel ready. I swear he looks so good. Kaku is like a living corpse but handsome. Duh, it's hard to explain. “I want to hear your advice. If it's good, I'm transferring a one-month marketing salary to you, today. How?”

I'm silent.

I doubt.

Is this a trap or what?

Yes it is more than the problem is not resolved, and again it seems that Mr. Kamandhanu Rusli agreed with me if Bu Meilinda's recommended customers are included in the category ‘troubles’. Because if he agreed with Bu Meilinda's proposal, he had talked, instead of willing to pay me more, just to listen to the advice.

“Ehem!” I cleared my throat, then I took a deep breath to calm my troubled heart.

“My suggestions... RAB liquid at once to the account of Mr. Siswoto, but blocked in his account. Per 3 months automatic block open with ready funds as large as reported by the seller,”

**

After the meeting, I sat down while dumbstruck at my new table.

“What did I do just now?” mummy's scared.

Then I peeked at my phone again. There is a balance of e-banking. The number increases by a few digits, marketing salary a month plus incentives.

“Crazy...” mumbled again.

And in front of the table, there was a letter signed by Khamandanu Rusli directly. Internal Memo to Personnel Division.

Appointment of Dimas Tanurahardja Sandro as Head of Audit and Troubled Assets Section.

Within a day, my position rose by 3 levels from ordinary Staff to Section Chief. The position is usually occupied by people who have worked for 10 years here.

I looked around me, there was Mr. Kadiv (Head of Division) looking at me sharply while folding both hands in front of his chest, then there were about 20 more people around me who looked at me as cynically.

No, I'm not afraid of them.

Bodo period they want to blaspheme me, preach me, want kayang in front of me also I do not care.

What I'm worried about is...

BRAKK!!

The door opened violently.

Ms. Meilinda entered, and headed straight towards me.

He threw some bantex that should be Kadiv authority, on my desk. Then he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me towards him.

“From now on, all the audit business is through you, because you are so smart and arrogant. Understand?” furious Bu Meilinda. “Enjoy your hell world, mumpung you are still spirit..”

Yep.

Since then, all audit business has to pass me first, even if it's not my domain. If I don't sign, all the management won't sign either.

Until before the signature I said a prayer to the Almighty to be kept away from misfortune.

I'm like the Shadow Director here.