VIRGIN SYSTEM

VIRGIN SYSTEM
A Visit to the Orphanage


Hearing the name of the orphanage, Rafi's mind suddenly turned to the two women he helped last afternoon. It is natural that Rafi remembers that, because Rafi heard a woman named Moon had complained to the woman who was unconscious and called the name of the orphanage. Rafi thought that the orphanage called Moreno should not be the same orphanage that Moon mentioned in her mutterings.


"Oh yeah, Dad, if I'm already president, can I invite someone to be my personal assistant?" rafi said after the discussion about the orphanage was finished. The dinner was also over. Only the three people who were still sitting around the dining table, resumed their chatter.


"Do you have your own candidate?" tanya Moreno who now even enjoy coffee after dinner is over.


Rafi nodded. "There's one man, we're pretty familiar. At least if we're familiar, I don't feel awkward giving orders, how?"


"It's up to you. If indeed he is suitable for his work, you can lift him to be your assistant. Remember, you are also a trustworthy person. Because sometimes the assistant can also betray if it's glare with the treasure."


"Okay, Dad, thank you. He's trustworthy, Dad. After all, he can also drive and like martial arts as well. That's why I'm recommending him."


"Well what do I do, Fi? You didn't make me your personal assistant?" Marisa immediately raised her protest.


"You're my secretary, so if there's a hard enough office problem, there's someone you can ask for help with. If the personal assistant will also handle other affairs that also sometimes occur outside the office."


Moreno smiled at the smile. "It seems like you've been thinking about it very carefully, son?" asked Moreno who was quite amazed by Rafi's thoughts.


"I also learned from Daddy, too" Rafi's reply left Moreno chuckling.


Finally because the time was getting late, the chatter of the three people had to end. As usual, Moreno first decided to end the conversation and went to his room. Shortly after, Rafi and Marisa move into the same room.


Once at the office, the first lesson Rafi did was how to lead the meeting. Currently Rafi is already in the team that handles the financial part. Accompanied by the assistant, Rafi with the calmest attitude possible, tried to speak in front of some people who work in the finance department. A bit nervous indeed, but Rafi was able to handle it well.


"Well! The young master has already made great progress!" exclaim the finance department leader by clapping very tight.


"Right, young master is great. Though not long ago studied the financial part," other employees also chimed in.


"The financial part is the most complicated part, sir, but the young master can be keen to see some of the shortcomings and advantages of the many data presented." one by one the employees give praise in turn.


Rafi looks pretty happy to hear that. The young man looked at every face that gave praise and everything looked sincere, with no one looking for face. Rafi then said a lot of thanks to the employees there. However, without the help of the employees, Rafi felt it would not be like this. After the meeting was completed, Rafi was determined to carry out her next task.


After lunch, as Moreno ordered, Rafi slides into an orphanage where her address is already held by the driver. It almost took thirty minutes to travel, the car Rafi was driving by had arrived in front of the building. The large building was like an old, unkempt building. There are some parts that should be repaired immediately.


"Kok his orphanage like this?" muttered Rafi before stepping inside towards the main door of the building that was open. From outside there was a noise. The voice came from inside the orphanage.Even Rafi and the driver who accompanied her Master down, heard the sound of a child crying.


"Who are you looking for, sir?" a voice from behind made the two men of different ages surprised. Both of them then turned their heads and Rafi's eyes immediately widened when she saw the face of the owner of the voice.


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