Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
47. Rich Auto

Today, Gala went to the office as usual. But from the usual face it actually stored mixed feelings.

Gemma sees Leticia's whereabouts last night wanting to go to her apartment. He had sent a chat to the woman. Unfortunately, there are only two blue ticks, with no reply.

“Halo?” he said when there was a call coming in that he didn't notice from whom.

“Oi... Where are you, not home?!” snapped Febri who had no pleasantries at all.

Gala just remembered that she had never been to Febri and Diana's house. Though they had come first to see him after hearing that Gala had finally come home.

“Sori, Bro. There's my work.”

“Busy lo now ya... By the way, tomorrow reunion, you come along right? Watch out you're not coming!”

“Cute! I'll see Niko come later."

Suddenly Febri's voice changed to that of a woman. “Gala!” Diana snatched the phone from her husband.

“Napa, Di? Kangen me?”

“Idih, no! I'm just curious, Gemma will not come later? Abis she called never lift.”

Gala took a deep breath. “Gue didn't know either, Di. I don't think he's coming either. The phone did not respond especially to me. Chat I never reply again with him.”

“Gue is only heavy with Gemma. We haven't seen him in a long time... Eng... If we forcefully pick up how, Gala?”

“Lo think we are still High School years use dragged everything from home make way?”

“Ya too ..” murmured Diana gave up.

“Yes already, I mo work. If I want to go to your house, I'm telling you. If now I am still a bit busy, Di .. Say the same Febri do not snack, tar Om buyin leg candy.”

“Damn lo, Lapet*,” maki Febri at Gala who already know what it means.

“Selow... Mending eaten his lapet of lo maki-maki. Hahaha. Dah ah mo my work,” said Gala immediately decided the call.

This morning, in the Purchasing room, Gala was already sitting there working on all the documents she had to finish.

During this time, the PO has been issued to several companies, none of which are suspicious. All of these companies are real, not fictitious.

Gala's sick of being here. I don't know until when he has to keep pretending and deceiving everyone about his true identity. And fortunately, for the days he was here, Bambang had never entered the office. That guy's a real slacker.

It is no secret that the family company always uses the principle of nepotism, especially if it has offended the board of directors.

Some are hard, some are not. There are also those who never come to work and receive their salary. Absolutely outrageous. Bambang was one of the people who took advantage of his position poorly.

It does not matter if the company is owned by itself with unpublished shares. After all, indeed from the beginning, all the companies owned by his family showed healthy finances.

But the truth is worse now. Rapidash Express looks pale and Gala guarantees that, in a moment, there will be requests for injections of funds from other subsidiaries.

[Felix: Om Bambang came here. ]

[Me : What's he doing? ]

[Felix: Guess what. ]

The corner of Gala's lips was attracted to form a faint smile when her prediction was correct. Unbeknownst to Bambang, if he came to the wrong person.

[Me: Don't love directly. Make a storm first bit. ]

[Felix: Ready, Boss. ]

Gala put the butut phone on her cubicle table while returning to her work on the computer screen.

From the crack of the door, Gala could already see Daniar stepping cheerfully inside carrying a large goodie bag that read “L” at the end. When Daniar stopped in front of his desk, Gala knew the bag was for him.

“Well, really.. Wash first, this Monday directly use yes. Monday we use gray, Tuesday green, Wednesday and Thursday red, Friday brown. But for Friday, because we are office employees and not front office, our clothes are free to deserve. Inside there is the schedule of use.”

Gala picked up the clothes, observing them for a while with her eyebrows swooping down.

“Why, Gala? Is something wrong? Or you want the XL all?” daniar asked as he stared at the complicated expression of his co-worker.

“Oh. I was confused as to why I got a uniform. Not that I am still a training employee for the next three months?”

“Ah, that's a doang formality! You are his name, Mr. Eko. Time is not given facilities even though only uniform?”

In Gala logic, the uniform facility was not something to be questioned. The problem was that from the first second he touched the uniform, something was really tickling his fingers.

But he still doesn't know what happened. Despite his doubts, Gala still accepted it and placed it under his desk. “Still Brother Daniar.”

“Oh, yes. Can you ask for help later?”

“What's up, Ma'am?”

“Please help me arrange a copy of PO in the archive file according to the date. You see, the old admin composes this year a mess. Eng.. Actually it's your duty anyway, Hehehe. But the work just right there is free time. No need to rush.”

“Kalo my duty, I am ready to accept the order, kok,” Gala said so that the woman avoids the uncomfortable feeling of having mentioned ‘please help me’. “No hard feelings..”

Daniar tilted his head to hear Gala's words just now. “What did you say?”

“Hah?” Gala was confused for a moment. But finally his common sense slapped him with the fact that he had just used English well, even with a little ‘logat’.

“English lo...?”

“Ah, I can speak English little-little. I also just taught Mr. Eko new words, Ma'am. Which one I said earlier was real?” tanya Gala with a plain pretend face and a pretentious English accent.

“Gue just know if Pak Eko jago English..” said Daniar who did not stop putting complicated facial expressions on him.

Instantly Gala became awkward. “Ah.. Yes..Om I rarely speak English. My English was good, Ma'am?”

“Not good anymore, but exactly.. Ah... Already...” Daniar back to the front of the Gala table and put a large and thick archive file that is very full inscribed 2020-2021 on his back. He did not want to discuss the language and immediately returned to his work.

But Gala knew the woman was suspicious of him. He also has to be careful now. His narrowed eyes kept glancing sharply at Daniar. Fortunately, the woman was not aware that she was being noticed by Gala.

Hours later, finally Gala can have a little free time to be able to compile the archive. One by one, he arranged neatly.

But his hand movements stalled on some PO sheets of uniform purchases this year. Which, if totaled, reaches the number of billions.

While everyone was off guard, Gala secretly took the archives of the previous years. He found the name of the garment that produced the garment remains the same and unchanged from 2017 to the present. In the same year, the name Indra Suteja was written as Procurement Manager.

After returning from his job today, he and Felix immediately went to a garment, which became a subscription to the Aryaditya Hospital belonging to the Gala family. Gala handed the uniform to the Garment owner.

“This is ordinary Drill cloth. It's even the cheapest."

“Yakin, Sir?” ask Felix to make sure.

“Iya. I also often make this for Aryaditya Hospital staff uniforms. A stel of this outfit is the same as me, usually between 325-450th of a thousand, Mr. Felix. Depending on the design is difficult or not,” is obviously the owner of the garment.

Gala's eyes pay attention to the writing of 1 million per stel on the details of the PO. If one person gets 3 stels, then the total price per person is 3 million. Multiply the total employees of Rapidash throughout Indonesia. Yasalaam's...

"This is called centralization." said Felix after they returned from the garment. "Should not branch areas need to come uniformly from the center. The weight on this barge is his name."

"Mark up price,” murmured Gala on Felix.

“This if done many years, the person is auto rich!”

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