THE CHILDISH MAFIA THIEVES HEARTS
24. STILL TRYING

Defan's car was parked in the basement of the "D&D CORPORATION" office". The company Mr. Tama built for his son, Deon Ezra Dharmendra.

At 10:00 am, Mr. Tama was holding a meeting with several section heads, to review the performance of the employees. This is a monthly meeting that Mr. Tama always does. He wanted the best for the company that would later become his son's.

Since the meeting began, Mr. Tama has always been angry. Whatever was reported by his subordinates was always wrong in his eyes. Even if it is a report about the profits that the company gets though.

"Why is that all you can get? You should be able to make even greater profits."

"What'sthis? This alone cannot. Basic useless."

"What the hell are you doing? Why is this so?"

And there are many more words of pearl that Tama said during the meeting that lasted almost two hours. What was clear was that the meeting this time only contained the anger of Mr. Tama.

Defan felt sorry for all the employees who took part in the meeting this time. Actually they did nothing wrong. The reports they have submitted are also not wrong. But because Mr. Tama's mood is not good, so they are the ones who bear the consequences. Too bad.

After a long, dreadful wait, the members of the meeting were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. It was time for lunch, and the meeting was over.

"I want the best fried rice." Said Mr. Tama while walking towards his room.

"Is there again Sir?"

"No."

Mr. Tama has not given up. He really wanted a special fried rice like Hera made this morning. It has to be the same. The look and smell, Mr. Tama wants the same as the one Deon ate this morning. But he did not want to admit that he wanted the cooking of his son's servant. Still more prestige controls him.

Defan still tried to fulfill the wishes of the Master, although in fact he did not understand what kind of fried rice his Master wanted. Defan ordered some fried rice from various places, from five-star restaurants to street vendors. I hope there is one thing Mr. Tama likes. Hopefully.

A few minutes later all fried rice orders Defan arrived at the company. Now comes the time for the assessment of all the fried rice by his Excellency Mr. Adhitama Dharmendra.

"Sir." Defan came to Mr. Tama's room while carrying a plate of fried rice in his hand. Mr. Tama just noticed, and....

"Replace!"

"No. Replace it!"

"It's not like that. Replace it!"

"The smell is not the same. Replace it!"

"Replace!"

"Replace!"

"Replace!"

I don't know how much fried rice Mr. Tama refused today. This morning, nothing was in line with his expectations. Defan was made dizzy by his master's behavior. It's really like Defan yells at his boss. But no way, he's not that brave.

Elsewhere, Deon was heartbroken to see the video being played on his tablet. The impression that is being a spectacle is really very tickling the heart of the handsome and adorable young master.

Right now, Deon is in his room alone. Hera left because Deon was taking a nap. But it seems like it was just the young master's wits alone. Look at it now, he's watching. Luckily his room was soundproof, so no one would hear him laugh.

On the third floor there was only one. Since Mr. Tama is at work, then his room and work space must be empty. So Deon can be free to do whatever he wants.

Deon's pleasure is paused when one of his confidants contacts to report something.

"Many as well." Deon. The report that Deon had just received, required him to be more serious. He no longer continued the spectacle that made him laugh out loud earlier. There's something more important to do.

"I think that's enough." Her speech.

After struggling with his smartphone for a while, Deon resumed his sleep. She did not want to be discovered by Hera, that she was actually sleeping at all. Don't let her foster mother get angry and punish her. Even though it's impossible to happen. Where could Hera dare to punish her little boss. There he will be finished off on the spot by Mr. Tama.