Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Barbara's Brand

Barbara Brand

Is a subsidiary under the auspices of the Marina group, with the owner of course is Atmanegara, the father of Violin. Offices in the Marina group building, twenty-third floor.

Barbara herself stands due to the obsession of Atmanegara's only child who aspires to join the Victoria Secret model. Even obsessed with becoming a Victoria's Secret Angel, the dream of all models who join this brand.

Victoria Secret is an American brand. Not only produce underwear and bags, but also perfumes and others.

To this day, Barbara is still focused on producing lingerie and lingerie. For bags, cosmetics and perfumes, it is still in the planning stage.

Establishing Barbara is not a big deal for Atmanegara. It was like giving a little toy to her daughter. The profitable toys. His daughter is happy and also fun for him. That's how Atmanegara's business brain works.

"Why do you bother to walk around wearing deep sea cells just for sale? Produce a cuan for someone else, do you?"

"Bah, I'm paid you. And wearing angel wings on the catwalk was something once."

"You should make them work and you should pay. Make your own brand, you're the boss! Don't be stupid just because of obsession, Vio. Use logic! If only angel wings are sold, then Rion will find."

"I don't know, tired of talking!" That time Violin pouted. Annoyed half-dead by the way his father's mind is considered colossal.

But that was before, the time of the VS era was still successful and the mind of Violin was still childish, just because watching a model show that his mother saw.

Now he could smile at the results of his efforts. Although it cannot be separated from the shadow of his father, at least his designing talent is channeled and the knowledge he demands high is not in vain.

Barbara Brand also hatched and grew in her hands. You could say it's his work. His obsession now is to compete with VS.

And now he's dizzy with so many bantex on the table. The impact of the messy household affairs yes, the job so abandoned everything.

"Thank God you came today." Nadia is happy. Like seeing an oasis in the desert, his eyes twinkled.

"Hmmm... You're fifteen minutes late." Violin rebuked Nadia without turning her attention to the paper before her.

"Eh, sorry ma'am. Just stopped by for breakfast in line." Nadia was misbehaving, her own boss.

"Hmmm... This time I forgive. Eat and start working."

"Well, Mom." Nadia stepped out with her breakfast.

Hufft... Duringatt. Nadia stroked his chest.

"Five minutes, Nad!" Violin successfully stopped Nadia's steps.

Is this really five minutes? Thought to drink iced tea ah time. Duh, miesel deh, was relieved to see the boss enter the office today. Nadia cursed in her heart.

"Eating porridge doesn't take effort, does it?" Violin looked at Nadia who was suddenly staring at the door.

Yes, no need for effort, ma'am can be swallowed directly, do not bother ngunyah. Nadia answered in her heart.

he smiled wryly, "Emmm... I'll eat later, ma'am." He returned his shirt and kept a packet of chicken porridge in a drawer.

"Good! You bring this to the design section. I want them to revise the details." Violin brandished the blue map.

Violin is not angry, but still looks julid by giving permission to eat only five minutes doang. And Nadia knew enough that she was wrong.

He received the blue map from his boss' hand with wisdom.

"Schedule a meeting with the marketing team this afternoon." Tell the queen.

"Ready, boss!"

"Oh yeah, when does Juno get in again?"

Violin asked about her secretary who was on annual leave.

"Sir Juno's only been on a week's leave, ma'am. It's still a week." Answer Nadia.

Violin scratched her temple. "It feels like two weeks. It's only been a week?" Mumbled confused.

Again Nadia smiled wryly, she realized her performance was still far from Juno who seemed to understand the needs of her boss outside to inside.

Even so understanding, Juno could tell what Violin wanted with just a blink of an eye.

Like Ying and Yang, like Masha and the bear, like Pororo and Crong, like... Ah, nevermind. The point though often contradict, but they understand each other.

So when Juno enjoys his annual leave in peace, the boss who is in a bad heart, busy mish-misuh to and fro.

"Sttts... " Sita whispered as Nadia passed her desk. "The boss forgot you love sajen what how, anyway? The flower is incomplete what is the satiety of forgetfulness?"

"Check school, Nad! It's a dark aura, I'm horrified." Angeline chimed in Sita's words.

"Yes, three days no nongol, come with fangs."

Nadia smiled, "if it doesn't make a mistake, the boss can't nag. Just calm down."

"Curtain, snobbery, you." Angeline sneers.

"The model for this afternoon's photo shoot was not good guys, but she suddenly entered Sarmila's house. Uh, the hospital." Cerocos Malik's.

"Yes, there's been another contact, right?" Sita Seru.

"It's not that easy, this model special request boss dong. It's the same performance, it fits the same product that we will release. What am I supposed to say?" Malik shook his hand, panicking. This is the child of the soft bones. So it's kind of spoiled mole shalala.

"There's still time until the afternoon, Malik. I don't accept any excuses."

Tau-tau Violin nongol, Malik's curhatan. All mouth direct kicep.

"Or you who I'm going to put on display in front of the lobby are just wearing underwear!"

A very strong oath. Not at all Malik-ness.

"aww... Want dong, buuu!" Spontaneous mouth lemes Malik. Which immediately smothered him himself. Nyari's dead, this is a child.

Violin flicked her finger, "Okay, deal. Nadia, I'm going first. Make sure after lunch all the marketing teams are present in the meeting room!" Violin's decree was answered with a obedient nod by Nadia.

Violin breezed away.

"Death to you!" Cibir Ridwan who was silent from earlier, watched the drama in front of his eyes.

"Duuuhh, help dong, Wan!" Malik Whine.

"Not my domain, yeah!" Ridwan.

"Okay, Wan. Ridvanaann... Vaaann, Iwaaannn... Vivaaaannn..."

"Damn, my full name." Gerrutu Ridwan's.

***

"Where, Vi? Good right? The location is strategic too. If I was, yes."

Violin glanced at Pamela, "I feel very honoured I nyari house dianterin directly the same wife owner." Violin Syndicists.

Pamela giggles. "It's clear that you actually moved here, I also have to get ready to spray Mr. Lo."

"No need to be happy, now I'm here my father must already know."

"I don't understand the same way of mind. It's good in the apartment, why do you want a gini housing anyway? To town house cake, nyari cluster cake. Or go back to your father's house. Uh, it's commoners' housing. I'm sure your bokap will go bersamuk."

"I think this housing is even unique, Pam. Rame tuh, left right is full too. Closer to the office. Just take the bus once, nyampe, right?"

"So, get on the bus, get on it never before, you!?"

"IIihh, insult! Time for the children's office tour to Dieng, I took the bus." Violin patted his chest, proud.

"Yes, but he's got a roll royce phantom." Nyinyir Pamela's.

"Gue didn't ask, my father's behavior was, like excessive." Violin throbbing, riled.

Then Pamela looked at Violin intensely, while tilting her head.

"Lu's not aware of it, Vi. Elo is the king's daughter. And I think you should be grateful to have a father like you."

Violin stopped her still cool eyes running around every corner of the house. Stunned to hear Pam's words.

"But you don't know what it's like to be me. Always alone and ignored. I'm a rich kid." Violin suddenly sad.

"Oh Vio, you're not a teenager who still thinks unstable, right? For people our age, it is easy to find money if you have money. Find your own happiness. When temen lo can only use branded bags but KW. You gave Birkin's original to the maid. When temen lo desperately menggumpulin money to buy i-phone, tuh mobile already you throw in the trash. You've changed the latest phone."

"Ngga's just happy about the material, Pam." Violin is still with her assumptions.

"Yes, because you have the material. That's why you don't need it anymore. Look out there, there are even people who almost died because they have no money." Said Pam, sarcasm.

"Since when do you think of people out there who can't eat, move to social services, lo? Violin Cibir. Pam nyengir's.

"For a long time you looked like my bokap." Hiss Violin.

Pamela was whiny, glaring.

"Nothing like Mr. Atma, a lot of money doi." he said.

"Look!" Maki's son Mr. Atma.

***

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