Stepmom Cold Bed
Night talk

Returning home at the same time, it was inevitable for Maureen and Byan. Their car made its way into the spacious and magnificent courtyard of the house.

“Where is he from?” Byan notices Maureen who just got off her fancy car. The woman was dressed neatly and gave off a beautiful greas as usual.

Already at the mouth of the door, Maureen was greeted by a servant who took over Maureen's coat. Byan soon followed him.

“Goodnight young master,” greet the waiter.

Byan did not respond he was more focused on accelerating his pace following Maureen.

“You from outside?” asked Byan curiously, not just mince words.

“Aren't you just seeing me in?” timpal Maureen, not disturbed at all by Byan's question.

Byan slightly approached, making him able to smell Maureen's perfume and the smell of cigarette smoke stuck to his body.

“You from club?” Byan is still with the question.

In the middle of the stairs, Maureen stopped her steps. “No need to bother with my affairs as long as I can manage my work and not harm you. Just focus on what you have to do tomorrow.” Said Maureen who held back in annoyance.

Not to Byan, but to Luky who always tried to demean him. But the annoyance was still carried away to the house.

“What should I do tomorrow? Have you arranged it for me?” Byan was really testing Maureen's patience.

Maureen was silent for a moment, adjusting her breathing to calm herself down.

“I'll send it later. Please wait.” Sahut Maureen nodded slowly.

He left first, leaving Byan still in his place.

“Can I not know anything you do?” byan's voice rang out loud and Maureen heard.

Maureen's steps came to a halt, she thought for a moment. But then he continued his steps as he realized he had to focus on what he was planning now.

“Not only is the bed cold, the person is also too cold.” Byan's comment when he saw Maureen passed by.

Inside his room, Byan took off one by one his clothes. He went into the bathroom to shake his body. The hot air outside made him feel uncomfortable.

Under the shower, Byan is currently. The dripping water soaks the tip of the head to the tip of the foot. Passing through the chest of the field with a flat, muscular stomach. There are fine hair decorating her firm chest. All that beauty is clearly visible from the reflection of glass.

While enjoying the water droplets that calmed his body, Byan's mind glared at the incident this afternoon. How Maureen convinced the management to agree to Byan's position as chief director was stunning for Byan.

The woman was so straightforward to convey her reasoning that there was no chance for the men to rethink the decision.

Since morning, he was more fun to arrange many things Maureen prepared including arranging a meeting schedule that must be done byan as the top leader. His intelligence in managing time is evident from the way he delivers the rundown of events. Byan can't wait to hear back Maureen's voice conveying her agenda tomorrow.

Byan immediately turned off the faucet as he was already feeling fresher. He immediately put on a towel and came out of the bathroom. His body was still wet, as was his hair. Some water droplets are still dripping through neatly arranged muscle rows. He handuki for a while before then check his phone which shows a notification of incoming messages.

Five minutes ago, there was a message coming in from Maureen. He's sending out materials for tomorrow's meeting.

“I don't understand it, I'd rather be explained directly.” Reply Byan who has not even opened the contents of the message.

“Meet on the balcony.” Reply Maureen. He had guessed that Byan would not understand the message just like that.

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Balcony, where they meet. Maureen showed a page on her tablet screen that she showed to Byan. Byan smiled slightly as he looked at Maureen who was wearing glasses while reading the materials. It's a foreign appearance to Byan.

“Have your old eyes started to get myopic?” seductive Byan with a stifled smile.

“Otakku do not need to work hard to just understand all this easy material.” Maureen's chimpanzees turned out to be more sadistic than Byan's questions.

Byan just chuckled, making Maureen snort annoyed.

“Listen carefully what I will explain, because I do not like to repeat the explanation for the same.” Maureen started her sentence firmly.

“Sure.” Byan straightened his body and prepared to listen.

They sit close enough. Only about two or three inches until their bodies touch. Tablet screens that are not too large make them flow close together like this. It doesn't matter, because Byan is comfortable.

“The investment value of our snapper investors is about thirty-two percent of the total investment in the company. This trend of increasing investment value and profits that we and they get.” Maureen circled two almost comparable big numbers.

“Two months ago was the peak of their investment, precisely before the death of Anggoro mas. If this month they revoke their investment, eat the amount of loss they will get is eighteen percent of their total investment profit and our loss is about twelve percent.”

“Estress at this point, there is no need to discuss the details of our losses because we just want to persuade them not to withdraw their investment. Our loss is also quite large but you do not need to highlight. We position him as the one who will lose more on our appeal. Reassure them with this and this data.”

Maureen again circled the two values of the curva in the face of Byan.

“Okey, then what about the development value here?” the discussion process started to be fun.

Little did Byan begin to understand Maureen's explanation. Either because this man is indeed smart enough because he has the Anggoro business blood breed, or because Maureen is adept at explaining, making the discussion last until late at night.

Eleven o'clock in the evening they were still busy discussing with the star of a lively night up there. I don't know what time they go back to their rooms to rest.

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