Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 9

Sinful Angel Chapter 9

Bisma chose breakfast at JW Eat Out. Aside from being rather bored lately with the hotel's buffet menu, she has an appointment to meet the owner of the Date House and the agent she chose at this place.

The menu came without a long wait. It consists of caesar lettuce salad, flat bread meat lovers and a cup of black coffee without sugar.

Last night, Bisma did not have time to fill his stomach again when he arrived in Jakarta. The combination of the hull rumbling and the delicious aroma of the dish made him eat voraciously and quickly. Replenishing his stomach which since dawn was active rang asking for intake rations.

Just as Bhishma sipped his coffee. Three women walked towards him. The front one wears a brown sponge suit. The woman on the right who walks down the street wears a dark green tight dress, while on the left is the figure who walks behind wearing belel jeans and a pink hoodie covering the head, equipped with sunglasses.

They seem to be the ones waiting for. Bhishma has informed her characteristics, that today she wears a black shirt and khaki color pants so that when she gets to the place to meet the promise of the people in question more easily find her existence.

The thickly-burdened woman in her fifties who was walking led the two young women behind her towards the seat of Bhishma and greeted politely.

“Sorry, is it true that you are Mr Bisma Putra Prasetyo?”

The bisma stood up throwing away nervousness, nodding thinly. “True. With Ms Marsha?” the answer half-heartedly. Feeling agitated himself because at this time he felt as if he wanted to do immoral.

“Yes, I'm Marsha, the service leader of Date House. It turns out you are still young and classy, I think old widower,” the candlestick is made-up. Highlight his eyes sparkled greedily, scanning Bhishma from head to toe like a wad of money in his eyes.

“Please, sit.” The priest reached out his hand, inviting his guest to sit down. “Please order drinks according to taste,” bargain does not forget the manners of the guests wherever they are.

Two women sat opposite Bhishma, while the one wearing the slightly shabby jeans sat at the other table not too far away.

“We order tea only, let's hurry. We should go straight to the point, which is related to tariff negotiations, Mr. Bhishma. Because at ten I have to go to another client's place. I've also invited the best agents in Date House. You can immediately talk about what Lily should do at the party you will attend. Usually for Lily we put a tariff of five million per hour plus the cost of accommodation for the dress and the installment. Hours from the time of departure. Like going home and going four hours times five million plus accommodation about 5 million plus compensation moved the total negotiation schedule around 30 million. How's Pak?” obviously the woman named Marsha was to the point, pointing at the woman sitting to her right.

“Faster is better. About the rates I don't mind. But, where is the agent that I already notice?” bisma asked. His eyes could instantly recognize, this tight-fitting, red-styled green-clad woman was not the one he wanted to rent. “He is not the number three agent I want to hire. Also as I recall her name is Cintya, not Lily.”

The bisma scans the woman called Lily. This woman is beautiful, white and full-bodied. However, Bhishma felt that he was not alone. Agent number three's photo caught his attention.

“Sorry, Miss Marsha. I still want agent number three to hire. Didn't you promise to take her to see me this morning? If you deny, then the schedule transfer compensation meet will be void as well, including in the points you wrote in the form I fill. I want to meet him now or my rental plan is canceled,” firmly Bisma, do not like to beat around the bush.

The smile of the agent named Lily faded. It seems to be inedible with the word Bhishma. While Marsha looks panicked, afraid of the coffers that are almost obtained in front of her blurred eyes.

“Ah, please, Sir. If you insist. But sorry if the appearance of Cintya at this deal meeting is less than satisfactory. He was a bit too professional. This morning came late and had not had time to dress up!” his growling was somewhat emotional as he glanced sharply at the woman wearing the hoodie, who was sitting at the table opposite them.

The first impression of the agent is the key to a high price deal, while with the form of Tya now it is certain that the negotiation tariff is threatened with a deal below the desired rate. As it already is.

"Cintya! Comehere!" exclaim Marsha reign.

The woman wearing the jeans got up from her seat and approached the table of Bhishma. Opening the hoodie hat that covers the head as well as the sunglasses he wears. Her face was right without make up and her hair was disheveled, similar to a new person finishing a hasty shower.

Tya bowed politely and looked down in a displeased manner. "Include me, I'm agent number three. Angela Cintya. Sorry, for my unprofessionality" he said carefully, raising his eyes. "I suggest you hire the number one agent, sir."

In a straight line. The milk chocolate bead of Tya was directly chirped with Bhishma who turned out to be looking at him closely. Tya was slightly stunned to gulp, his eyeballs rolling erratically, squeezing the end of the hoodie sweater he was wearing. While Bhishma was on the contrary, he was stunned and somehow wanted to linger over Tya's shady gaze that radiated unusually, making Tya a bit nervous to be stared at in such a way when his form was unfounded.

"How about, Mr. Bisma? Still want to hire him?" marsha's voice interrupts.

"Yes, I still choose agent number three to hire," he replied without the slightest hesitation.

Seriate.