Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 14 Service Fee

Deya sat in front of the person who was going to do the interview. The anxiety with the question to be posed is obviously haunting but he tries to stay relaxed in dealing with it.

"Why are you interested in interning here and what are your expectations?" ask an interviewer.

"This is a big company that has a good reputation and its profit achievement has always increased in recent years. It will not happen if without being supported by a great leader and his tenacious employees work. For that I want to get a lot of knowledge in this company during my internship. My hope is to be well received in this company.''

The interviewer with the name tag Desi Saputri came up with another question.

"Have you ever worked in a team? "

"I participated in all BEM activities at the Faculty. So working under that team was common for me."

"Have you ever worked on a project from scratch?"

"Already, I once built a tea beverage business that varied in several flavors . Initially, the capital of five million from a joint venture with old friends gradually grew to become larger until he had opened a branch. But because of our busyness forced your beverage outlet closed for a while. "

"How do you deal with and overcome a big problem?"

"It is necessary to remain calm because our mind cannot work properly if we are in a state of turmoil. You should not rush into making one decision because it will have a bad impact later."

Then some other questions began to be asked. After that, Deya was told to wait outside.

"Not long after that Deya was summoned by an officer. He was asked by the officer to follow him.

"Leave him here let him go upstairs on his own" said a security guard.

"All right," said the woman, letting Deya into the elevator herself.

The elevator carried him at high speed to the twenty floor. The door shifted open and he was in the next big lobby – again all made of glass, steel, and white sandstone. Deya is confronted by a table from sandstone and a flawless young woman dressed in black and white who rises to say hello.

“Deya Almaira, can you wait here, a minute?” He pointed to the sitting area of the white leather chair.

Behind the leather chair was a spacious glass-walled meeting room with a dark wooden table that was as spacious and at least twenty seats that were as bright as the surroundings. Beyond that, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with views of Jakarta's skyline visible out to the rest of the city. This was an amazing vista and he was momentarily paralyzed by the sight. Waw.

Deya sat down and put the phone in the bag and stepped inside to curse Lia for not telling if there was a direct interview with her leader Deya did not know any way to behave with the leader. The nervousness reappeared, making him uneasy.

The woman went inside a large door and came out again.

"Mr Xavier will see you now, Miss Deya. Go straight in, ” said the woman who greeted Deya.

Mr. Xavier's name feels familiar to Deya but there are some Xavier in the country, not just him.

Deya stood up slightly trembling trying to suppress her nervousness. Holding his bag, walked to the half-open door.

“You don't need to tap – just go in.” He smiled kindly.

Deya pushed the door and tripped, tripped by her own feet, and fell headfirst into the office.

"Big shit, me and my left two legs!'' He's on all fours in the doorway to Mr.'s office. Xavier and his soft hands helped him to stand up. Deya was very shy, swearing for her misfortune today.

“Deya Almaira” She stuck out her long-fingered hands to me as soon as I got upright. “You okay? Is anyone sick?"

So mature and interesting even very interesting. He was tall, wearing a fine gray suit, a white shirt, and a black tie with his unruly black hair and dark and intense, light brown eyes that shone a sharp glare at him. It took a while for him to find a voice.

"You, why do you always meet you?"

"Stupid maybe" said Edward. He told Deya to sit on the ivory-white sofa.

"How is there any wound?"

"No, you don't worry.'' Deya's heart began to hammer quickly as if it wanted to go out and go into Edward's chest.

"I'll get Katrine to bring you a drink."

"No need to bring my own drink." Deya took out her drink from the bag and drank half the bottle with a single gulp. The nervousness made him thirsty was incredible.

Everything Deya does naturally is not made up unlike other women Edward met full of falsehoods even his face was sometimes fake because it had entered the operating room. This attracted Edward to her.

"I just finished an interview and got called here, what for?"

"To make an offer." Edward sat facing Deya on a sofa.

"Oh my God, are you not tired of making offers for me constantly? Didn't I tell you I wouldn't do that again."

"This time I'll force. You'll get an internship if you want to be my mistress."

"You're crazy!"

"No, I'll make a good offer. You're gonna get all kinds of facilities from me, like an apartment. Money is also a car besides, if you need anything you can just ask me."

"That looks tantalizing. How much money will I get if I want to do this."

"How much do you want, 30.40.50 million a month? I'll give you."

"How much money do you usually give your wife a month?" cecar Deya's.

Edward remained silent.

"I guess maybe ten, twenty could even be a hundred times what you're offering. One shopping he could buy a luxury bag for hundreds of millions. Brandy luxury shoes that he could show off to the whole country. Not to mention the treatment he did every month. Money for him. Thirty million is like parking money for your wife. Then you want me to serve you like a wife with that amount? Is that my price? Come on, it's not comparable." Edward raised both eyebrows hearing the way Deya negotiated with him. That woman is a great businessman.

"Being an actor is full of risks, so the payment must be in accordance with the risks that will be obtained," Deya added.

Edward laughed out loud. Deya was not like a plain woman in his mind. She was the same as the other women thinking about her loss profit first.

"How much do you want to ask?" Edward asked back to find out how greedy Deya was who had a naive face.

"My pay is expensive, you won't be able to."

"Say! I'll pay for your service, whatever you want."