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This was the first time Byan entered and used Anggoro's workspace for him to work. Meetings are implemented virtually, making Byan must be in a representative place.

Maureen has everything ready. A laptop that lights up and links apps that are already connected to people following meetings from the office. Also the meeting materials that have been prepared and just share the screen with the people who attended the meeting this time.

Anggoro's oversized chair in his study, looks worthy to be sat by Byan. Maureen sat beside him, ready to take note of what was discussed during the meeting. Riswan currently acts as a moderator and manages virtual meeting traffic.

Since it started, the meeting has been a relaxed walk. The public relations department as a presenter, began to explain the material they had to convey.

“The construction of shophouses in the residential area has been completed in the wake. We will start the marketing process according to our previous work plan. Here is the promotional schedule and media that we use to advertise this project.”

The head of the promotion department displays a material page that shows the strategic steps to be used to promote their products. The media used is in accordance with the trends of the era in the digital era.

“Please rotate marketing example via content video on social media,” pinta Byan.

“Good sir.” The head of the department played the video they were going to advertise.

Byan listened to the contents of the video that lasted about fifteen seconds and made him interested. There are some videos that are longer and more detailed. He thinks it is detailed and easy to understand.

“Okey, what is this video uploaded using the company's social media account?” Byan was increasingly curious about how it worked.

“True sir,”

“Okey. I have input. For the video, we try to market not only through a company-owned account. Videos that are short duration, can be published on the account of all staff, of course, related to the company. For example in the status of the employee messenger application.”

“Because everyone in this company must have a circle of friends or kinship out there, so that the promotion is active, for one week of promotion period, all staff participate in promoting,” explained Byan in detail.

The head of the department nodded in understanding, as well as Riswan the moderator.

“There's an input?” Byan asked Maureen who was sitting next to him.

“No, your steps are right,” Maureen said.

He must admit that Byan began to understand the rhythm of work in his company. His thinking is also adaptive to the development of the times and technology today.

“Good sir, we will try to realize enter mr.” The head of the department nodded obediently to Byan.

Byan smiled proudly because the fruit of his thoughts could help the development of the company.

The discussion process at this meeting was not too long. Each of them has understood the purpose of the promotion to be done. They can only hope that shophouses that will be marketed can sell quickly.

Meeting for an hour, running smoothly. As Maureen cleared everything, Byan only noticed the condition of this room. The room is very spacious and neat, reflecting the personality of Anggoro who does not like a narrow and too dense room.

Nine years ago, before Byan left the country, this room was not as complete as it is now. The walls of the room are plain and there is no wallpaper that can decorate the room. Everything looks more classy and Byan believes this is the work of Maureen's hands.

Despite this, the photos that adorned the walls had nothing to change. Anggoro still remains the dominant photo in this room. There are also photos of young Byan with his parents complete and of course photos of Anggoro and Ruwina, Edwin and Byan's late grandfather, when they were young.

Not attached is a wedding photo Maureen with Anggoro. Maureen did not display it because she felt it was unnecessary. Their marriage was only two days. There was no impression they had to keep and perpetuate.

“There's anything you need?” maureen asked as she saw Byan just sculpting, watching the entire room.

Byan shook his head. With his wheelchair he moved from one place to another. The bookcase becomes the corner that Byan approached, he took a book that he had secretly read since long ago.

“You want coffee or tea?” Maureen felt it was suitable to accompany Byan.

“Coffee.” Byan answered without distracting himself from the book in his hand.

Maureen immediately went to the kitchen to make coffee for Byan. He also felt that Byan needed time to establish closeness with this room.

Leaving Byan alone, Maureen chose to go to make a drink. The waiters just finished finishing the chicken noodles Maureen bought.

“Mistress, thank you for the chicken noodles. Very good,” said one of the waiters when he saw Maureen's arrival to the kitchen.

“Sama-sama. Thank goodness you enjoyed it,” said Maureen. He took a cup to make coffee.

“No need, you guys just continue your work.”

“Good, Mistress.”

While making coffee, Maureen looked dreamy. Actually, not only Byan who felt there were memories of his own with the Anggoro workspace, Maureen was the same. He still remembers when Anggoro suddenly took a bundle of documents in his hand and exchanged them for a piece of paper.

“Do not destroy, I can give you a better offer,” Anggoro said at the time.

He took the documents in Maureen's hands and immediately put them in the safe. And locked it to this day. If you remember the document, Maureen's feelings become claustrophobic on their own. He had not finished reading all the contents of the document but Anggoro had already seized it first. If there was a chance, Maureen would like to read the document to its fullest.

Documents that give him the choice to change his destiny or dig into his past pain.

The safe was also the one that Byan was currently looking at. He had asked Riswan what the passcode of the lock was but Riswan said he did not know. Honestly, Byan did not believe that Riswan knew nothing. His existence which was never disturbed by anyone including Ruwina and Edwin as well as his status as an Anggoro confidant certainly holds the key to many things . This man certainly has secrets that he keeps and makes it safe to be anywhere.

“What is the contents of this safe?” after not telling his passcode, this time Byan's question changed. It is possible that he has a chance to find out the dark secrets of Anggoro one by one.

“Only Mr. Anggoro knows, Mr.” The same answer that Riswan gave to a different question.

It seemed like this man had indeed chosen to be silent and not reveal anything.

Byan looked at Riswan for a moment while thinking, what can he do to make Riswan talk? He was sure, even if he insisted, Riswan would not just talk.

In the midst of his efforts to get Riswa to speak, Byan saw Maureen's phone screen that often lit up, showing a notification. Maureen did not ring it but the screen was so often lit, making Byan curious to check it.

He took the phone and looked at the screen. There was a group that Maureen followed and had message notifications of over a thousand, which had not been read. Some of the last messages that Byan read were,

“Maureen where are you? Why no comments?” write one person who disappeared without writing another.

“She said I was happy,” timpal other message.

“Maureen, Moo.. Mo road is not the same me?” there was one person who was so bold as to write that invitation sentence in the group.

“Cieee ... cieee...”.

“Bare lo anjir.”

“Gue says same boss lo if you traitor nation.”

“Prepared hp lo at hack director IT.”

“Hahahahaha .. mudur lo, lo heavy rival.”

And there are still many other chats that are read by Byan and make his eyes bulge. Instead of being curious about the contents of the safe, Byan was more curious about the conversation in this staff group. He immediately turned his head to Riswan and looked at him sharply.

“You joined the staff group?” ask Byan seriously.

“Please excuse me, what staff group sir?” Riswan was confused himself.

Byan did not reply, he only showed Maureen's phone screen continuing to light up.

“Nature...” Inner Riswan. Why did Maureen have to get into that group again?

Does he have to repeat what he did four months ago? Sweeping fans at anyone who talks about his young mistress.

Don't let that happen again.

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