Residual Flavour
Presentations

Dave's lunch, finished first from Deva. Before leaving the place, Dave approached the woman he should only be able to think of as his ex.

"I'm first, Bee. I'll see you tonight. Don't refuse." Dave said it as soon as he was in front of Deva. Ignoring there was a figure of a God who was also still there.

Deva wanted to refuse. But, of course he did not want to argue with Dave in front of the Gods. With a little weight, Deva nodded her head.

The two-year-old man under the Gods smiled happily. "Thank you, Bee ..." Then he turned his head towards the God who instantly turned his face away. "Come, Sir. Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt" Dave said.

The god only replied by moving both of his eyebrows. He was lazy to feel stale. Especially with a figure whose good looks are not much different from him. Dave's skin is not as white as God's, but is relatively clean and bright for a man's size. Dave's face was so soft, there was no impression as fierce as his face.

"Well, why am I looking at him. Ah.. stupid." God is awakening himself. He then put the last spoonful of food into his mouth.

After Dave left their table, no more chatter occurred between Deity and Deva. Both are busy with their own thoughts. Deva is busy with her regrets accepting Dave's offer. While the Gods are busy expelling his unusual curiosity. The man began to divert his mind by replying to some messages from female friends that had been deliberately ignored.

Waiting for the next meeting schedule which only leaves less than 70 minutes, Deva and Dewa decided to spend time in the cafe shop which is also in the hotel area. Previously, the two people had taken the time to carry out the obligation to perform dhuhur prayer first.

"God ...." The female voice spoke her name with vigor, making the Deity turn to the table where the source of the voice came from.

Deva kept walking as the God stopped his steps. Approaching the place that had been appointed by his superior. Deva ordered a chocolate Macchiato that Deva had just discovered to be a favorite drink of God when it came to similar cafes. For himself, Deva ordered a small bottle of mineral water.

From a distance, it appears that the gods have been cool talking to the woman who greeted him. The man's hand was also casually coiled on the woman's shoulder. It really made Deva instantly turn her face. The arrogant, the timid, and now an increasing number of titles that Deva will be pinned to the wild-handed Gods.

The drinks ordered were cold, the Gods were not going to the table they should have been at. The man even sati sati sofa embracing the figure of the woman with a smile that continues to be spread on the other two women who were there.

Deva glanced at the clock on her wrist. In less than fifteen minutes, the meeting begins. The woman waved her hand at one of the servants, asking for help to have the drink delivered to the table where the Gods were. Deva himself immediately returned to focus on examining the presentation material, he wanted everything to go perfectly according to plan.

After the waiter gave the Gods coffee, the man just bent his head to look at Deva's side who looked busy staring at the data on his phone screen.

Until the meeting time arrives, Deva approaches the Gods to remind and invite his arrogant superiors to a meeting room that is different from the room they used before.

All concerned have filled the meeting room, circling the elongated oval table with a capacity of twenty people. There, there are three representatives from other companies that have also competed with Diamond Corp to get a tender for heavy equipment procurement at one of the leading mining companies in Kalimantan.

Presentation is done using a vote system. Four candidate companies each take a sequence number. Deva representing Diamond Corp gets the final sequence number. It was in accordance with Deva's wishes.

The god glanced at Deva who looked calm. Without meaning to underestimate, he began to worry about giving the presentation this time to the women judges. But forcing himself forward was impossible, God did not master matter at all.

Up to the third commentator, which is, this competitor is the target of Deva because it gets data from Edward. Sure enough, everything that is presented, is indeed a result made by God. The man remembered very well all the data he had given Deva to process. The god again glanced at his personal assistant, the woman's fingers seemed busy moving agilely on his laptop keyboard. Give highlights in several places, then do the screen capture method. Feeling that everything was complete, he sent all through a short message to someone from a mining company that he knew quite well.

Not long after, the middle-aged woman who had just finished opening the message from Deva, stopped the third presenter who had not finished completely. Question marks popped up, but no one gave an answer. The woman, who is the highest shareholder, simply says "Next."

Confidently, Deva began his presentation. The style of the language is straightforward and firm without stale bases, giving a special impression on the audience. The intense gazes given to those who asked, signified how Deva indeed had tremendous insight and mastery on the material presented. Until it was over, everything went better than expected.

The gods must confess. Professionally, he has a pretty capable personal assistant. Although not in a seductive style and dressed openly, Deva was even more attractive to look at than the previous two people.

"Thanks, Dev. It seems, Edward's business can be directly submitted to the board of directors, too" said Dewa, shortly after they entered the car on their way back to the office.

"Hopefully, sir." Deva's short answer closed their conversation. Next, only the sound of the roar of the motor and the horn of the vehicle from outside.

Arriving at the office, both of them immediately continued their work in their respective rooms. They had just met again at exactly seven in the evening when they both walked into the elevator.

"Now your car's indemnity money." The god offered several pieces of money hundreds of thousands of rupiah.

Deva received it without hesitation, after counting, Deva was only four leaves from there. "This is all you have to pay, no more and no less. Thanks though. Next time, drive carefully."

"Why are you so annoying? Don't you need welfare? Let's just say it's more to change the gas money back to the workshop," snorted God.

"no need. You don't have to bother. I don't like to accept gifts that aren't mine." Deva slammed the money into the hands of the Gods by force.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Deva rushed out from there. Avoiding the two chatter that will certainly end in a flawed debate.

"Dev.." - UH...." The voice of the call stopped Deva's quick steps.

"Oh my God .. why is it so hard to just stay away," he said.