The Big Boss For A Countess
Pretty Stupid
Contessa hesitantly steps out of the Damascus room and searches for the man. Smoke from the shell rises into the air. Damascus was in the dining room, sitting on Contessa's back with her body facing the window.
Next to Damascus, a large screen shows a stock chart, a visualization of the rise and fall of the stock's price movement shows the weekly timeframe.
“Trennya is down, property is sluggish,” murmured Damascus through earpods embedded in his ears. It looks like he's talking to someone over the phone. “Closing price is only 50 points different from opening, although they outsmarted it with a stock split, still no use. I'll switch to coal for now. It has been 5 years of my work to hold because the market is sluggish, the temperature in Europe is currently extreme cold. Black sand would not be able to sustain their needs, and gas supplies were scarce. Coal will be rated more efficient,” Damascus speaks calmly while changing the chart to candlestick.
Contessa approached him carefully and sat down next to him, then watched him quietly.
Frankly, he was curious about the work techniques applied Damascus so far. How can a hit man whose men are thugs all still have the tall building and the wealth of trillions.
“I will talk to the Minister of Economy and Energy in Germany, the area is vulnerable about Gas Supply. Chancellors will also be involved. After the cooperation is formed, raise our share price 250% for opening Praba Minerals Megah,” said Damascus while pressing a button on its mobile phone, a sign the conversation will end.
“Contessa,”
“I-i-iya Boss?” Contessa was rather shocked to bring Damascus' call to her.
“Day Wednesday, we will vacate the secretary room, Thursday we will go to Eterny to attend Nadine's event,”
“Oh, Nadine son of the Father huh?”
“Iya, the content is on 7 months, so they have a party,”
“Hm, it turns out that in Eterny is also the same as here yes, there is mitoni as well,”
“Actually not really, but only Nadine who wants to. The boy did love to party long ago, but because the rules of the Kingdom in Eterny are quite strict and the King is among those who do not like to party, so he looks for tradition reasons to be able to party,”
“Hm... why did King Eterny interfere in all the arrangements of ordinary folk events?”
Damascus fell silent at Contessa's question.
“You..” And Damascus shook its head, grinning while belittling Contessa's ignorance. “How long have you known that I exist on earth, but you don't know anything about my family?”
“Eh? I know only a glimpse, sir. When my first son died, the news was everywhere. He said because attacked by a group of people yes, for political purposes. The suspect Widiyanti Ega, right sir? But that's it,”
Damascus nodded again, “That's it,” and he went back to reading the graphic on the television screen. “Nadine is among the most wanting me to get married again. He thinks that my violent attitude is due to being alone for too long,”
“Ah yes, I agree with him,”
“Do we just speed up our wedding?”
Contessa was silent and somewhat long digesting the sentence.
“Who's wedding?” ask the girl afterwards.
“Our wedding,”
“We are who Sir?”
“You and I,”
Contessa is silent again.
A few seconds later, he said, “What makes this father think if I want to marry you?” he stroked both of his shivering arms.
“The kiss is a green light,”
Contessa looked at him tensely.
Contessa could only stand still and stare at the pasta in front of her, then she looked at Damascus again, then at the paste again, and finally she chose the vertical mineral water in front of her. His throat immediately felt dry hearing that he was dealing with someone who was very strong, not only physical but also his background. No wonder the class of Widiyanti Ega can only be imprisoned.
What is the fate of the people of jelitamanja, try?
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After breakfast, Contessa stands inside a closet, covering an area of about 5 x 5. It was just a closet, sort of a room with lots of closets. In a small section on his right are two cabinets filled with clothes and accessories that Damascus often wears.
Then Contessa stared outside, at the small wardrobe beside the bed.
“If the closet is here, why is the closet separate there? Is it because it belongs to his late wife?”
And Contessa then looked at her.
“I... wasn't ready with all this. I could faint with the pressure. I want an ordinary life,” muttered Contessa while scowling. He said so but honestly, he knew, ever since he turned himself in to Damascus, and since he kissed her yesterday, he couldn't back down anymore.
The show must go on.
Just...
He did not expect that the process was so fast like this.
Damascus passed behind him and stood looking at the two of them in front of the giant mirror.
“Pak?”
“Hm?”
“Father can find other women, there are still many who-“
“Yang virgin my same time, just you,”
Contessa looked down. His face was red.
“Actually, nothing is as obvious as you. Coming alone immediately forced me to meet. Usually when they see me, their guts are instantly shrunk. Afraid I screwed up kali,”
“O-o-break-up what does that mean?!” contessa doesn't like that term.
Damascus lowered its head and spoke right next to Contessa's ear, “You know what I mean,”
Contessa looked down again.
“After all, I am a picky man. Usually I leave the business to Artemis or Griffin,”
And at that time Contessa understood, of the many women who surrendered themselves to Damascus for repayment of debts or appeals for pardon, when handed over to Artemis or Griffin, it was certain that the end was not okay.
“I hate swindlers, and thieves,” Damascus said. “The reason I want to forgive Adiwilaga, is because the man came directly to me, I did not arrest, I did not accuse. He came straight to my office, faced me, and said that he had used the funds to play shares in his partner's company, and he had lost tens of millions of dollars, without our knowledge. I consider it theft because without my permission. Maybe Adiwilaga promised multiple benefits. But it turns out that he himself was tricked by his friend,”
Contessa breathed nervously, “Yes, that's what mom told me. Said I shouldn't hate dad after this, because it's not all his fault,”
“His mistake, is that he's too stupid. Money knows no friends, relatives, even parents.” Damascus raises its hand and strokes both arms of Contessa from behind, “Now say..”.
The low, deep voice of Damascus filled the head of Contessa. As someone else outside the family, this kind of voice, it could be that only Contessa hears it. The soft voice of Damascus has graced his life lately.
“Tell me, am I stupid enough to get you married?”