Residual Flavour
Playgirl?

Since the incident of a ghost in the parking lot, the relationship between Deva and the Gods is getting colder. Each feels to have a key card in attacking the opponent. The two often satirize each other whenever there is an opportunity. The god who always refers to Deva as a whiny woman. And Deva who often mocked God with the word coward.

However, the professional attitude of both in work problems is worth a thumbs up. Both Deva and Deity, like two people who are very familiar and familiar when completing work together.

Like this time, the two had just finished a meeting in a star-rated hotel meeting room. Deva and Dewa still did not move from there, because the two still had to discuss the next presentation material that would be held in two hours.

"Sir, I'm sorry if this is sudden. But you better not present using the data I sent a few days ago." Deva looked very careful as she said it.

"Why indeed?"

"I believe the data has been copied and submitted to our competitors by Mr. Edward. This time, I'm sure Mr. Edward won't be able to get away. It's been a month to let the greedy man make a loss to the company. It's time we got our pay. If the profits of the company continue to decrease, when we prosper," explained Deva.

"You're the one who isn't prosperous. I'm already very prosperous. Ehm .. but you're right too, Edward's too full, it's time he spewed out his guts. Nothing is eternal with property acquired in an unrighteous way. There will come a time when they get into trouble and fall disrespectfully in their own way. There is no perfect crime. There's always a gap to beat him."

A series of words from the lips of the man, 180 degrees different from what Amar experienced. Papa Deva was not as lucky as some of his other friends. Until this moment, Deva was still convinced, her papa was just a peppered figure.

"Dev ... Why daydream?" The god waved his hand right in front of Deva's eyes.

For the first time throughout their meeting, the Gods saw Deva smiling towards him. The man suddenly felt strange and misbehaved. In her eyes, Deva's smile seemed very beautiful and soothing.

"Maybe there is no perfect crime. So too with justice. The good ones, looking for a loophole to prove the truth. Those who are evil, are busy using the gap to close the truth. Not a few people were sacrificed. But who cares? Conscience is already covered in whispers of greedy souls. When the definition of hunger and lack is no longer just a stomach and basic necessities, evil can be done more cruelly."

The gods did not respond to Deva's utterances that felt so full of meaning and emphasis. Slightly looking deeper, he began to catch the female figure like it was withstanding the heavy burden of life. The gods hurriedly turned their attention. He didn't want to go too far.

"We'll have lunch first, Dev. Presentation also requires energy. This time, you will move forward. Your own fault, changing the data-still years it has mepet gini. Just mending you the presentation. Let me make the minutes. Fair right?"

"Where is it, sir? Our work is almost the same. But salary is far different," ceplos Deva.

"joint work. The responsibility is different, Dev. If everything is wrong, that's what I got. There is no way the Board of Directors is looking for you," Dewa said as he stood flexing his body that had been sitting for too long.

Deva shuts down the laptop in front of her. Then deftly insert the files that have been stacked neatly by God into his bag. Beyond the arrogant attitude, Deva must admit, if the boss this time is really very neat.

Not long after, the two went straight to the hotel restaurant. God is actually uncomfortable with the way Deva keeps his distance from him. The woman, walking four steps behind him. It is very different from Sashi who is always looking for an opportunity to stick with him.

Approaching the God-selected table, Deva's steps instantly came to a halt. Right behind the table, he sees Dave having lunch with two other men.

Deva stepped forward slowly. He didn't want to be impressed waiting for Dave to approach him. Deva is forced to throw a smile to return Dave's warm smile to him.

The god returned Deva's smile confidently. "Dih.tumben today she's a very generous smile. Finally realized also my charm, "his inner self.

But the God's smile did not last long, when he realized that there was a figure from behind him, greeting Deva very kindly.

"Hi, Bee..."

"I'm again my boss-successor Mr. Tino." Obviously Deva without being asked.

The gods pretended not to care about Deva. Though the tail of his eyes occasionally glanced towards his personal assistant was located. His sense of hearing was invited to work optimally in order to steal the contents of the conversation.

"The car's not finished, is it? I'll pick you up?" Dave looked at Deva still with the same deep gaze as before.

"No, Bang. He said tomorrow. No need to bother. I'm getting used to myself. Yes, yes, Bang. Not good with my boss. Please continue to eat lunch."

Deva walked just two steps to reach the seat in front of the Deity. He immediately snatched the menu book in front of him and immediately pretended to be busy picking up the menu. A moment later, the woman waved at the waiter to order. The gods do the same.

Dave himself immediately returned to the place where he had been. The gaze of Dave's dominant eyes gushed at Deva's figure. The words 'Obsolutely Own' that Deva spoke, flashed so clearly in Dave's mind.

Meanwhile, the Gods were fighting restless with his own thoughts. I really don't care, but I can't. Since one office with Deva, the mind of God can be aligned with admin lambe gibah. God's curiosity was so high on the life of his personal assistant. Not the interest of wanting to have, but more because there is a sense of wonder that is tangled in the heart.

Deva's differences with the women she met were striking. Deva not only ignored him, but also dared to resist and address him without burden.

Deva knew and was well aware, Dave was watching him. There was no choice for Deva, other than to continue acting as if she was ordinary. To be honest, he hopes not often met with his former lover.

"You wanna move sit down, Dev?" Whether getting a boost from nowhere, God spontaneously gave the question to Deva. The god only caught the discomfort in the eyes of his personal assistant.

Deva shook her head as she briefly stole a glance back at Dave's gaze. "No, Sir."

The god looked back casually. Whoever the man who was now staring at his personal assistant, definitely had a special feeling towards Deva. And vice versa. The god was getting dizzy, he scratched his non-itchy hair.

"Is Deva secretly a playgirl? Cool too when it comes to reality. Looks calm, in fact it is not a guarantee she is a good and loyal woman." The gods keep guessing.