The Girl Dancers the President
Chap. 43

Chapters. 43

"How about we just make a cup of our product masarin?" one of the people in the meeting room. "Because their reach is wider and mostly more acceptable to the public from all walks of life." added the person.

Some people agree, of course there are also those who contradict the opinion.

"Why not just go to television? Make an interesting ad in accordance with the purpose of this product," another suggestion.

"If the makai advertising on television, now it is no longer the way people who still watch a lot of television, Mr. Sunar. Especially among young people. They spend more of their time on social media. In addition, our product is the target of starting teenagers. So this advice from Ms. Dina is the right one," refuted a man with a distended stomach and had a sideburn a little bit in his jaw.

Meanwhile, at the very end of the chair appeared a man who was knocking a ballpoint pen on the table. His gaze turned toward the table, not at the person arguing at the meeting table.

The action did not escape the observation of Irham—asistennya. Where does the man know that Naka is not focusing on the meeting right now.

"What do you think, Mr President?" one of them asked Naka. Hopefully their President has a solution from the advice of both.

Naka, who was asked, nodded his head. Then directed his gaze that was so flat towards them. Not interested in a meeting this time.

"Just like this, you still can't decide which is better?" Naka looked at them one by one with a gaze full of emotion. Without exception, Irham stood beside him in a very relaxed manner.

"I give you guys a little salary. Think dong, how good is it! Which one can profit a lot later! Which can attract fans according to our products! Not just an expert stomach!" naka jolted at the peak of his anger and then left just like that to leave the meeting room.

"Where are you? We still have meetings after this." remember Irham when Naka did not head to his room and instead headed for the elevator.

Naka took his breath. Arrange for his emotions not to become more.

"Cancel it." Naka casually said the very hard thing Irham did.

"No, dong!" sergeant Irham. "If you are upset. But you don't think the fate of thousands of people is in your hands?" ask Irham with a little voice on the press.

Naka was so frustrated. To the extent that the man was restoring his hair back in a very rough motion.

"Gue himself doesn't know, Ham! I think my head is about to break right now!" erang Naka's.

Instead of pity, Irham even nailed Naka's arm.

"Don't call me that call! Very amused if you call. Mending Gina, adorable," said Irham with a misbehaved look.

In the next second, the unconscious Irham immediately closed his mouth. He spontaneously gave the name. It seems, Irham did have to immediately reserve a place for her funeral later when she saw the so deadly glances from Naka.

Already knew the man beside her was very sensitive when it came to the name that Irham just mentioned. He was still looking for gelatin. Uh, because of Naka.