Stepmom Cold Bed
Stepdaughter lucknut

On the way to the office, Byan and Maureen were still discussing work issues. They will hold meetings with investors who intend to withdraw their investment from the company. The meeting was scheduled before lunch, so there were still a few hours to teach Byan how to talk to the investor.

Riswan who drives the car, followed the talk of the master and his mistress.

“Are they not going to find out, how much are we losing?” byan's question became his unease all night.

The more he understood Maureen's explanation, the more fear came to his mind.

“Yes, they might find out, but the valid data remains on us. Even if they know, maybe only for their consumption but not their consideration. Because all they need to know is, how much profit and loss they will get if they choose to go or maintain cooperation with us.” Maureen.

“Their investment, will fund the island conservation project that we will make into a tourist destination. Like the Maldives, we will make a classy tourist spot.

"The concept of this island is similar to the development of island projects in Korea only we will involve local residents that we have localized and they will open the market to meet the needs of us and tourists who come.”

“Some tourists who fall in love with the charm of the island may be interested to settle there and we will determine, which units are for sale and which are rent only.” Maureen.

“Okey, I get it. If we highlight this point, it will make them see greater investment profits, right?” Byan pointed to a single number that Maureen circled.

“Exactly! That's how it works.” Maureen to the point of flicking a finger saw Byan so understand the explanation.

It looks like the Anggoro business blood breed is indeed flowing profusely in the body of the son only wayangnya. This made Byan digest Maureen's explanation so quickly.

The two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed like they were ready with a meeting this afternoon.

Byantara Ethan Anggoro, the name desk is now displayed on the main director's table. There are a few stacks of files that Byan must approve and learn. As a bonus, Maureen also prepared a cup of coffee to accompany Byan to work.

“You used to eat what snacks?” maureen asked with a tab in her hand.

“Hosts? I never set a snack.” Byan Sahut as it is.

“I just know, there must be coffee and cigarettes to accompany me to paint. That's it.” Its effects.

“Then you have to change your habits. You must eat on time with a diverse menu and there is time for snacking. It is very necessary because you will think of many things and it drains energy.” Maureen noted a few things on her tab.

“You mean, I should quit smoking?” Byan began not to accept. It's a fun habit for him.

“Iyaa, it's unhealthy habits, Byan.” Maureen.

“We will replace it with other activities.” Maureen quickly.

“Kita? Other activities?” asked Byan with a stifled smile and a furrowed forehead. He also pointed at Maureen and himself alternately. I don't know why something stupid is going through his mind. Y'all know?

“What do you think other activities are?!” Maureen hits the file in front of Byan until the boss is shocked.

“Nothing.” Byan immediately turned his face away.

“Ya let alone the activities carried out together to unravel the sour taste in the mouth.” Inner Byan who is still trying to control the contents of his head traveling.

“Candy, I'll prepare candy for you. Perment mint can help you to reduce the sour taste of mouth due to smoking habit.”

“In addition, you also have to manage your diet. Later that night, you'll meet with Dr. Faisal. He'll check your health. If you need a medical check-up, you should follow it. Your previous life pattern is very unhealthy.”

In his last sentence, Maureen lowered her voice. He remembered Anggoro who died because he missed his last medical check-up. Her late husband was too excited to compile every detail of his marriage to Maureen, so he ignored his own health.

“Yes, you just set the schedule. I'll follow.” Byan agreed.

“Okey. There are some tests that may have to draw blood. You're not afraid of needles, are you?” search Maureen. Usually the pretentious like this Byan, has an insignificant fear.

“Ngapain scared, small needle doang. I have a bigger needle.” Timpal the stepdaughter tagged her mother.

“PLAK!” one punch landed Maureen on Byan's left arm.

“Gosh! You hit me. What's my fault, I answer as is.” Kill Byan while rubbing his arm which was hit hard by Maureen.

But Maureen did not reply, preferring to leave after pointing her middle finger at Byan.

“Hahahaha. Basic stepmom strike!” Byan chuckled at Maureen's behavior.

“Basic stepdaughter lucknut.”  Maureen muttered behind that door. He was lazy to serve Byan who began to come out crazy. Better to go to the pantry and make a cup of tea to relieve stress.

“Akh, my head is very dizzy to see the behavior of the child.” Grousers Maureen.

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