The Girl Dancers the President
Chap. 44

Chapters. 44

The dizziness that Gina felt was still continuing. The woman until permission does not follow the meeting held every month to review the company's development on its leadership.

Examples now. Gina, who is consulting with several boards of directors who support the new rules that Gina made, complained about her dizziness. Even his face looked so pale.

"Miss is okay?" ask one of them.

"If it still hurts, don't go first, Miss Gina. Your health is more important. Let us handle this," said another.

They could not bear to see the pale-looking Gina, but still forced themselves to work.

While Gina feels she is still able to for the next few hours. Because of the drafting that was very important to him, so he chose to stay.

"If it's not strong, don't force it, miss," said Om Dias approaching Gina who was massaging her temple.

Gina shook her head. Then prepare his seat. The dizziness in his head just came and went. Not keep settling. Only occasionally felt, but if it had come, his stomach also rebelled.

"I'm still strong, Om" said Gina.

Seeing Gina who remained persistent, they finally continued their conversation until lunchtime arrived.

After the two men left, Gina immediately laid her body on the sofa. Om Dias immediately covered Gina's legs with a blanket that was available in a small closet next to the woman's desk.

"Why do muters taste, Om? My sense of tension is also normal," asked Gina when Dias tidied up Gina's desk.

"Will I go to the doctor? Let's know why Miss Gina is often dizzy and her legs sometimes swollen," said Dias.

Gina turned her head then thought about Dias's words just now.

"Not for a long time, usually if you check that?" Gina remembered that there was still a meeting later that afternoon. And the time ahead will be very tight. If his body is like this, he can make work even more busy.

Gina according to him. The woman chose to close her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, there was food in his head.

"Om" call Gina. Make Dias look over. "Around here there are those who sell vegetables, right? I want to have that same lunch" Gina said.

Om Dias frowned in wonder. But the man immediately nodded and went out to find the food Gina wanted.

"I found him" Dias replied and walked out of Gina's room.

After Dias died, Gina collapsed without a pillow, hoping that her headache would soon disappear. The woman also opened her social media. Where for two months Gina did not have time to open her social media. Too busy with company.

The woman's forehead frowned when reading a caption on someone's post.

"Ten billion? It's delicious," he murmured.

Then Gina clicked on more captions that turned out to be quite long. His eyes widened when he came to a conclusion from the one he was currently reading. Until Gina sat down.

"What a madman is he! A waste of money. Where are many more!" exclaimed Gina when she knew Naka as if opening a competition for those who find themselves will be rewarded. Or if he came there himself. "I don't think yes, if there will be a lot of cheats. Ck! That's really you, Mom."

Gina shook her head, regretting Naka's attitude of throwing away such money.

"If I was in Jakarta, I would have taken the money. It's a pity, don't get ten billion." Gina put up a disappointed face for not being able to claim the money. "Why didn't it fit me at that time ten billion. Not even twenty thousand." Gina grumbled at Naka's extremely fraudulent attitude.

Although he had gone home and got his real position, even his money was more than that, but Gina still regretted that she could not claim the money.

On the one hand because the distance is quite far, on the other hand also the activities as if there is no spare a little. Even for him to open a chat room with Tania just a little difficult. As a result of their frequent clashes.

Unknowingly, Gina clicked on the post. Where the account that posted the search belonged to Gibran.