The Crown
Trainees

"This is our workspace. Here we will make the idea to be a product worth selling the company."

"It's worth the team's salary is big, it turns out the product idea was born from here." I muttered.

"That's your seat. This is my room. If there's anything, please come in. Of course you have to knock on the door first."

"I also don't have the habit of kicking people's doors, really, sir. Just calm down."

This who, anyway? guys talk about it at length.

"Excuse me, Miss Iksia please come into my room."

"Yes, sir." In order to save myself from the strange fathers just now, I immediately went to follow the product manager of this company, Ahtar.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you, sir."

"We're getting to the point, yeah, ma'am."

"Yes, we better talk directly to the core. don't be like the person outside earlier, say a lot. Verbiage. I don't like to waste time with meaningless long crap."

"You also talk too much."

"Oh, sorry. I-i"

"Later Miss Iksia came with Maria. He's in product development. There are many products that we make in this company. One of them is food. There are snacks, and drinks. Please Miss Iksia choose which section?"

He cut off my unfinished words.

"Snacks only."

"Precise choice. Products that don't require brain and energy."

"I mean stupid what?"

"For a beginner like Bu Iksia, this is suitable. Moreover, there has been no experience of working in any field."

Goddamnit! I also want to argue, his words are right.

"For the next spelling, Ms. Iksia can immediately ask Maria later."

"Sorry, Sir. Does my father look like a mother?"

"Then Ms Iksia looked at me as old as Mr Indra?"

"meaning?"

Ahtar didn't care about the question I asked, she picked up her ringing phone.

By the way, this guy asked me another question. Uh, wait a minute ....

"Sorry, there was a phone call. Where did our conversation get to?"

"Momens and fathers. You're his father and I'm his mother."

"Where is his son?"

"Whose son?"

"We."

"Huh? Meanin?"

"So soon, there's another call."

Ouchh! Jesus, is this the chatter of the smartest man in the company? My brain samples are not able to reach it.

"Until our son" I said before he asked where we were saying.

"The point is, if you don't want to be called Mom, then don't call me dad. Feeling young? I am also young."

"That's the problem? Why do we have to go to the parents, and our children all try? Say you don't want to be called Father."

"What do I call you?"

"It's been an accident. But I'm a subordinate, a time to call names?"

"I also don't like to be called by my own name except for Mr. Indra."

"Why? Is it because Mr Indra owns this company?"

"Because I like Mr. Indra."

"Keep me panggi what?"

"Whatever, how good is it."

"It's chocolate with sausage."

"That can be too. Just call me 'dicocol with saos'."

Papa, help me! It could be crazy I'm dealing with him.

Someone opened knocking on the door, he entered after Ahtar invited him. Women with typical office wear. Neat hair in a small bun. High and white. Maybe he's a lot older than Arzhan.

"Mary, this is the new officer here. You can teach him, yeah."

"Good, sir."

"Please come with me." Maria asked me politely.

"I'm sorry ...."

Duh, I call him what dong.

"Sa."

He raised both his eyebrows. Maria looked surprised when I mentioned the word saos.

I smiled at Maria.

He took me to a room. There are a lot of other employees working. They seem busy in front of the computer screen.

"This is our workspace. They are working in their field. Some are designing the shape of the food to be made, some are designing the packaging design, some are stringing words for writing on the front of the packaging."

"I think the production team made food."

"That's Mr. Ahtar's job and the chef who made the food recipe. We're here to support their work."

"Now what do I do?"

"In the meantime, just stamp on this piece of paper. We'll spread it out for promotion later."

Buseeet work ngecap doang? What other elite jobs are there?

I don't want to do what Maria told me to do. He said everyone went through the process.

"It's better to come up with more casual clothes. Flipping the flyer is good while the selonjoran on the floor."

Ceileee, already rich work wrapping chips aja selojoran on the floor.

Getting used to life is hard, makes me feel relaxed and enjoy doing this job. Even in your own company, it makes no difference. I'm still an ordinary employee like everyone else. Salary also follows company rules.

It looks trivial, but I feel tired while doing the same job. Besides being tired, I also feel tired. Sitting in a chair makes the waist feel sore. The feet often tingle.

True what maria said, like a selonjoran below more comfortable and more relaxed.

With this outfit where I can sit or sit back.

"This one please in the sets. It'll be in a minute." A woman carried a lot of paper on my desk.

"Eh, it's as much as mine he's still working on. Just queue."

"My mountain wants to be made first."

"I'm the same."

"Oh, just mine first." The woman looked pushy.

"Sorry, Mba. I did the first one on my desk."

"Do you dispute me?"

"I'm sorry, but in my employment contract there are no rules to comply with Mba's will."

"Eh, you're here just a day's work, yeah. Please take care of attitude. New employees have been doling, dare to oppose old employees. Your job here is to take care of this." He stashed the papers onto the table by being thrown. The paper splashed onto the floor partially.

Hupf! Patience, Iksia.

"Do you know who I am?" He whispered in a threatening tone.

I shook my head.

"I am in charge of the promotion, as well as Ahtar's fiancee. My father is also a top brass here,"

"Oh."

"So don't act!" He snaps.

Do you know who is my father? Hanger you if you know who my father is.

I can only stroke the chest getting this kind of treatment.

"Sheat everything!"

"My job is not to clean up the mess that Mba made. Sorry, Mba."

"You dare to be with me? I'll report you to Ahtar."

Bodo!

"Come, we report this incident to Mr. Ahtar."

"What?" She was shocked as I stepped off the table and walked towards Ahtar's room.

I knocked on the door before entering, but the woman just barged in before Ahtar let her in.

"Darling ...."

Hmh! Totally unprofessional.

"Eh, sir." The spoiled attitude of the woman instantly changed upon seeing ....

Well, what's papa here?