The Crown
Iksia's Rage

"This is our new product."

Ahtar shows the shape of the Snack and also the packaging.

"After this, we will meet with the television to discuss the advertising contract. Also will meet the model for our advertisement later."

"It's not that the model is expensive? Why not use ordinary people. I mean, can we make more real ads?"

"Example?"

"We prepare a tester that will be given to the community, we ask for their opinion and we make it as an advertisement."

"Interesting, it's just that it's gonna take a lot of time."

"At least it will save costs. Why do we get paid if we just want to work hard and do not want to work harder?"

Ahtar.

"Just prepare the tester and the team that will jump into the field. I'll lead."

Ahtar nodded his head while saying, "Our meeting today is quite so, there will be a new discussion again. Thanks."

People are too comfortable working behind the desk. Wearing neat clothes, air-conditioned rooms, and only rely on the brain and mouth are good at stringing words. They never know what the real world is outside these skyscraper walls.

Not all, but only those who have high positions. While downstairs?

I, as Papa's son, want to give an example that some leaders must know how their men work. How they deal with the real world of work. Dealing with humans, not tools like computers and others.

My submission turned out to be rejected, because the ad would not be interesting because there is no selling power from the visual advertising model.

I can't force it because I'm just a subordinate on this team. Issuing opinions and ideas, but only thought.

There is no other way, I can only use my privileges as a subsidiary owner of the company.

"Come, Pah. Papa just has to divide production in two. Let them be with the consp, and me with my own concept."

"In terms of work, Papa can't privilege you. There's a lot to be accounted for, Iksia."

"Give me a chance once. I beg you."

Parents will always give in to their children.

"If you succeed, the benefits are all yours" said Papa. I know, he just gave me some spirit. He also did not want me to be embarrassed and lose this project.

The team was made, just that not too many people wanted to join me. Only those who are good and may prefer new challenges.

In my heart I promise, if I succeed then those who support me at this time will I share the benefits.

Today after preparing everything, I quickly returned home. I have to sleep faster because tomorrow is a busy day for me.

"During the night, Nope." A couple of waiters greeted. I replied to them with a slightly forced smile. Honestly, I'm so tired right now.

"Non what do you want to make?" ask Rere.

"No need, you just sleep. Tell the others to rest too. It's night, let security stand guard."

"Yes, No."

I climbed up high with a little run, hoping to make it to the room soon. Clean yourself up and rest.

After everything is done. I immediately laid down my body and went to sleep.

I lazily picked up the phone, eyes still sleepy but I felt there was movement out there.

It was almost midnight.

"Don't eat this!" I snatched away the instant noodles that Arzhan was just about to eat. The sound turned out to be from Arzhan who was cooking noodles in the mini kitchen near my room.

"Give it."

"I'll cook. Just a minute."

"No, I'm already hungry."

"I want to eat now. Give me back the noodles."

I tossed the noodles into the trash, and went down to the main kitchen. Many foods can be cooked quickly.

Luckily the chef always provides materials that stay in use. Under the red, garlic, onions, and everything is available in a sealed container in a sliced state. There is also a smooth spice that is ready to use.

I sliced broccoli, carrots, and pokcoy. Cook the fastest. Only with sliced seasoning sauteed, then use flavoring and a little sugar.

As his companion I made a teriyaki beef that is no less easy and fast.

The done!

When I finished I brought him upstairs. I think Arzhan's gone, but he's still sitting in the same place.

"This. Not long, is it? Next time you go home at night, tell me. If you're hungry, ask me to cook. I'm sorry, that's all the waiters I asked to rest on."

"How did I tell you? I don't have a cell phone number."

Ah, true. We haven't exchanged mobile numbers.

"I forgot my sister's number. How many?"

Arzhan gave me his phone, "write your number there."

"It's a password, brother."

"The password is still the same."

Huh huh? in seriously? He still uses my birth date as his cell phone password.

"Udah."

I took the plates and other cutlery for Arzhan. He started eating the dishes that I made bribes for bribes. When he ate, I could only steady him silently. Afraid she's uncomfortable.

He looks different than he used to be. That aura of happiness I don't get anymore. His spirit was gone nowhere. Arzhan is like a living doll.

"If you are not happy, why should you continue? Break up your marriage."

"Oooh, so is this the support of your stepbrother? So easy to get us divorced. Who's she?"

I bite my lower lip while closing my eyes.

Why did he suddenly appear, anyway?

Arzhan finished his dinner.

"Iksia, please, yes. Don't give Arzhan any bad doctrine. The family should have given advice or advice so that our domestic life would last."

"If that woman wasn't you, I'd have done that a long time ago."

"Then what if it's me?" His voice began to rise.

"Slow down your voice. Mom and Dad can wake up."

"Biarin. Let them know the behavior of this shameless stepson. Wh why? You want us to divorce?"

"Alea, you yourself already feel like a good wife yet? Look at your husband, he ate noodles when he was recovering from illness. Where were you when she was hospitalized?"

Alea's face changed.

"Enough. I want a break." Arzhan left us both.

"Look, even you didn't give him a chance to finish his meal."

"Bye, Iksia. We'll have fun in the room tonight. At least, the desire that had not been ventured in the car at that time, I could do with my dear husband."

"What?" I clenched my hands.

Female base ******! Just watch out later.