Sun Princess & Snow Prince
Episode 12 - Punishment

~ Between penalties or rewards that can no longer be distinguished ~

"But I'm not saying you can get away with it after my gosipin is so good."

After saying those words in a sweet tone but making Ave's mouth goosebumps again, Zaid left the girl just like that.

Ave looked at the cold-hearted Boss' back worriedly. He was more convinced, his age had been reduced since meeting the man.

Hence Ve, don't like the prank! That's consequently. Now go back and forth, thought Ave inwardly blaming himself. Doldrumsily, he walked back to his study.

But Zaid did nothing. At least he was not at all seen trying to make things difficult for Ave. The man is busy alone in his study, with Hazmi and Jenny coming in and out. The many documents they brought, made Ave curious. Lest now Zaid's workspace turn into an archive warehouse.

Ave had no time to think more about it. His own work has been piled up. All the staff in the Management Department don't have legs. They told him to photocopy it many times, make coffee every time their glass was empty, even just pick up a stationery that was only a few meters away. They were even too lazy to move his gaze from their respective laptop monitors.

Until Ave finally remembered his promise with Lily. Accompany the young mother to the doctor. With a permit to go home sooner, Ave stood up, getting ready. But suddenly Jenny's hand slapped her back.

"Ve, be called Mr. Zaid!" said.

Ave's eyebrows blend together. "Oh, Ave has permission. Ave wants to take sister to the doctor."

Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "My father told me Mr. Zaid, but he just said you go in first."

Inevitably, willingly unwillingly, Ave could only obey. With a giant step, Ave also knocked on the door of Zaid's office.

"Lake in!" A heavy voice sounded from within.

Slowly Ave opened the door, his gaze instantly fixed on Zaid, who was sheltering behind a pile of documents. Unknowingly his lips were hissing, "Wow!"

Zaid's usual workbench was clean and there were only laptops and makeshift stationery, now filled with piles of documents in every corner. Maybe this is all that was taken in alternately by Hazmi and Jenny. Suddenly Ave was worried that he would be asked to transport all the documents again like before.

But as soon as Zaid saw him among the pile of documents, his hand immediately waved calling. "Please help me! Please search for the 2018 food advertisement, split!"

"Yes, Sir!"

Ave could not resist, as he looked at Zaid who had rolled up his sleeves to the elbow limit. Suddenly he felt sorry to see the man so busy.

Ave swiftly moved the documents to the guest sofa, and began to perform like Zaid's orders. As he sees Zaid seeming to read one of the documents diligently, Ave picks up his phone and sends a message to Lily.

[Ave: Sis, I think Ave can go home later. There is still work.]

Ave put the phone on the table and started working. A moment they both drown in their respective work until the sound of WhatsApp comes in making Ave and Zaid's head equally fixed on Ave's phone.

Hurry up Ave read the message.

[Lily: Yes, Love. Aja work. I changed the night. No problem.]

Ave smiled and put her phone back down, but she almost jumped when Zaid, who was already standing behind her, said, "Mister Lily huh?"

"Anjs... Ouch, Sir! How is that secretly? Ave sampe was shocked!"

Zaid sat on the couch. More precisely, on the Ave side. Her lips are slightly up. "You want to curse me?"

Hehe, almost! In normal situations, that's what happens.

But Ave smiled. "No, sweet Mr. Zaid! Just the tongue of Ave. Dikiiit!" Hurriedly Ave pointed towards some documents he had already sorted out. "This, Sir! This is what Avek has partially checked" he said, switching the conversation.

While leaning on the sofa, Zaid retrieved the topmost document from the pile that Ave had sorted out.

Now in this close position, with his shoulders barely clasping and thighs clinging unintentionally, Ave's heart started racing faster. Slowly Ave moved his thighs to no longer stick, while lifting his body slightly to shift. The owner of the body next to him seemed engrossed in reading the document.

"How do we modify this ad again, Ve?" ask Zaid suddenly.

Ave who almost managed to lift her body, sat back down and nodded at Zaid. Smiling hid his unreasonable heart as his gaze met with Zaid.

Why is messy hair that is much more attractive than when combed neatly and style anyway? Why is the corner of the lips without a grin so much more tempting? Why does he have to roll up his sleeves and show off the muscles that appear every time he moves? And why do the eyeballs staring at Ave today look so shady as if they can warm the whole world?

Why oh why?

"Ve? Ve?"

"Did?"

"The news is even dumb," said Zaid shook his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Ave. Suspicious.

Feeling caught off guard, Ave put on a sweet smile again. "I don't know about that, sir. So Ave doesn't know what to answer?"

Zaid keeps reading the documents. "I'm asking you as a consumer, not as a staff here."

Ave glanced at the documents in Zaid's hands. That was the presentation data of a television commercial about two years ago. Ave knows the ad. "Ave loves! But this is too blatant. Monotonically. There is no mystery element. Not interesting to listen to for long. Bosenine. Unless it's a storyline like that."

"Ad that model, longer duration and more expensive."

"So that, looking for a new version, sir. Or build an image from an old ad, ngingetin if the product has been for a long time."

This time Zaid raised his head. Staring Ave. "You mean?"

"Give me an example of cooking, sir. Everyone knows about rendang. But now it's been a modification era, well appeared deh various types of rendang spices. There is no harm in us ngiklanin rendang seasoning for example by lifting its history first. We continue to emphasize the rendang more to the family-oriented traditional Indonesian cuisine, which is native to Indonesia. Same with this one... " Ave pointed at the document in Zaid's hands.

Ave's two hands twitched as he continued his words. "We can say that this product has been around for years, went through a long process, enjoyed by many family members and grew up together. Now in a new face, this product performs better and is more nutritious. The world can change, history is always remembered, the need to adjust. Good, isn't it, sir?"

As Ave explained at length his idea that came out unknowingly, Zaid looked at the girl expressionlessly. But in his heart, he judged something. Sometimes he felt that something was shining too strongly in this girl, only Ave always tried to cover it up. Something that occurred to him just now, would not be possible out of the mind of an ordinary high school graduate girl who had never worked.

"Then for magazine ads, we can add with photos of products that used to be differentiated. For radio, we can emphasize to the taste or characteristic of the product. So when people buy they will recognize a specific name and a specific feature" Ave continued, moving both hands.

Zaid looked at Ave and nodded in understanding with a sigh. "All right! Already done. We can leave now. Just leave everything here!" he said while putting the document back on top of the pile.

"Well, don't get sorted, sir?" ask Ave wonder.

"You should give me a proposal presentation. Do what else? Just execution!"

"I mean Father?" Ave didn't want to guess. His heart is beating again. The grin on Zaid's face was a sign of something bad for him.

Zaid stood up and retrieved a folder from his desk filled with documents. "It! This is the product brief we will be working on. You made a proposal for what you just said to me. This Monday leave it to me and you join the project meeting creative team with me. You can have a special laptop to Jenny and work on the 7th floor."

"Huh? But. but sir... " It's still Ave's hand grabbing the brief.

"No buts, it's a punishment for you!" Zaid grabbed the keys and the jacket. "Come on!" bring him.

Ave is confused. He has not even had time to open and read the product brief. "Where are we going, sir?"

Zayd turned. "What the hell are you? Sister Lily is waiting. We're late."

"Huh?"

Ave didn't have time to ask, because Zaid was out of the room. With quick steps, Ave tried to catch up with him. While teaching Zaid's quick steps, Ave had time to reach for his own jacket and bag. He was still confused, but chose to follow Zaid's wishes.

"His address is in the Melati Cluster huh?" ask Zaid. The 'tet toet' sound of the car door being opened by remote rang out as Zaid pointed the key to his car.

Ave could only nod.

In the car, Ave began to think. He was only an intern, but was instead told to make a proposal. Though the proposal is usually made by creative team staff. Obviously, doing this is like passing through the territorial comfort point of an intern from a regular department to become a creative staff. The best department is the most respected and most desired of every employee in all other departments, because Creative Department is the heart of the company.

Ave had a peek at this team workspace while delivering documents and goods. This team room is very much different from all other department rooms. The entire 7th floor is dominated by this department, which is transformed into modern-style comfortable spaces with a minimalist design. The staff works wherever they like, there's no boring cubical barrier like in any other department.

Among all the department rooms, Ave likes the 7th floor because there is so much he can do there. There is a room filled with large pillows, there is a room filled with sofas with pillows and dolls funny and unique patterns, pleasant stress relief facilities and there is a pantry with a row of snacks that tease his tongue. The stress relief facility is a variety of musical instruments, billiard tables, video games, chess, darts and even table tennis.

Most interestingly, in that department there are no formal working rules. The staff works even with shorts and regular T-shirts. You can go home sooner. They can come whenever they like. As long as the work and meetings go according to plan.  Something Ave dreamed of the most. Working but not like working.

But that rule only applies to creative team staff.  So obviously, making a proposal is not a punishment, but a reward. Like the durian fall. Now Ave gets that chance.

However, in the corner of his heart, Ave was a little worried. This was the first time he had done it and Zaid was someone with an unexpected personality. I don't know why Ave was worried.

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