Wonder woman

Wonder woman
Garment Fire


Rose was so upset to see her garment at the red whiz. Even he couldn't get into the garment at all because the fire was too big.


After the fire was not so big, Rose called one of the confidants in the garment.


"Erik, how did all this happen? what time did this fire happen?" rose looked intently at his men.


"So morning, Miss Rose. It was exactly seven in the morning, but I haven't had time to report it to you. I think it's more important to save the files in the garment." Erik was scared.


"Well, how was the beginning, until there was a fire?"


"Come, miss. Suddenly the fire came just like that from the direction of the main room of the garment. According to one fireman, this was due to an electrical short circuit. Short-circuit he said," Erik said.


"Hem, it's impossible! This garment has been standing for quite a while. Just this time so something like this, surely this is an element of intentional doing by someone but you don't know! did a stranger secretly enter?" ask Rose to investigate.


"I don't remember anything, miss. It's not that around seven o'clock the garment is still closed. It's also around eight in the morning." Tukas Eric.


"Try calling his security to come here!" pinta Rose's.


Before long Erik came to bring two security officers on duty that night until the morning.


"What is your duty, when there is such a thing as this not knowing? you should be able to detect it before this fire occurs!' Rose was very upset.


'Sorry, miss. It's also out of our control, somehow last night we were very sleepy and we fell asleep. Until we realized at seven o'clock the fire had burned the garment," answered one security while bowing in fear.


"Geez, I'm not paying you guys to sleep! but work, and there's time alone for you two to sleep!" Rose was getting less and less in control of her emotions.


"Pardon us, miss. We are ready to accompany the punishment for our negligence. If we have to be fired it is also okay," said one of the security.


"It's a shame you said that! as if there was no sense of responsibility at all! stop your pefilsh, help the others clean up the debris from the fire. And find something that can still be saved!" pinta Rose's.


He couldn't bear to fire him. Rose let out a long sigh and nibbled her suddenly dizzy temple again.


"Miss, check the CCTV. Who knows if there's a clue we can take to catch this fireman" advises Celine.


"Oh yeah, why didn't I think about it before." Rose immediately grabbed her phone to check the CCTV footage in the garment.


For a moment he was silent, it turned out that his guess was correct if anyone burned his garment.


"Damn it, who are they. Hem, it's worth two security fast asleep because in their drinks in the body of something. It's a pity that their faces are covered in masks and hats, so we can't find any more clues" Rose said.


"In this way I can't further investigate the man behind all this! damn it, one of my precious assets is burned to the ground like this!" Rose kept nagging in annoyance.


While somewhere, someone who had done the action laughed out loud because his efforts had succeeded.


"Hhaaa, very perfect work. In just an instant the garment, Rose was burning violently. This is my vengeance for the death of my mother! wait, Rose. I will do another heinous thing to you, until you really have no more effort! and I'll also make you lose that fetus in your womb!" said happy.


"Uncle, thank you for helping me burn that garment, Rose."


"Sama-sama, you are Uncle's nephew. Son of my older brother, I also do not want Merry to die horribly because of the act, Rose. I will always help you." Tukas Uncle Sam.


"What's next, Uncle?" ask Siska curiously.


"We must not act immediately, so as not to arouse suspicion. We wait a few weeks, after this fire case is gone then we continue our actions again."


"If we act immediately again, Rose must be on guard and alert at this time. We'll wait until he's off guard again, and then we'll act again" said Uncle Sam.


"Yes, it's up to Uncle. Most importantly I am currently very satisfied because Rose must have suffered a huge loss because her garment was on fire," Siska smirked in satisfaction.


"Uncle, if we can help Reyhan and his papa escape from prison. So we can increase our strength?" ask Siska.


"Why help those who have nothing left. All their property's been taken over by, Michelson. You're supposed to be looking for a rich man who's an enemy, Michelson. He must have had a lot of business rivals. We can ask for support from some of her business rivals so that we can more easily destroy her, Rose and her husband." Tukas Uncle Sam.


Siska agrees with his uncle's advice and he sets out to find out who Michelson's business rivals are. He really wants to see the destruction in the natural by, Michelson and Rose.


News of Rose's garment fire was heard in Michelson's ears. He quickly left his office and asked Roy to drive his car towards the garment.


Just a few minutes, Michelson was already in the garment court which is now only charcoal and debris.


"Gosh, mommy. Why did this happen?" michelson asked astonishedly at the flat garment.


"Come, Daddy. This is obviously someone who doesn't like me, but I don't know who."


"Is it possible Siska or Sherly?" Michelson.


"It's like they can't possibly do something like this, Daddy. I know very well how, Siska. She's a spoiled and cowardly girl. He can only tease men" Rose said.


"He can't do it alone, but can he rule people?"


"But he ain't got no money, Daddy. If you rule people, it is certainly not free to pay. Where did he get the money?" Rose still can't believe Siska is behind it.


"Hem, he's got an uncle. Have you forgotten that?"


I don't know why Michelson is so suspicious of Siska.


"Uncle Sam mean, Daddy? he also had nothing, because at that time he had asked me to give him a job. How could he possibly have money?" Rose still can't believe that the mastermind behind all of that is Siska and Uncle Sam.


But Michelson still argues if the one who did the garment burning is Siska assisted by Uncle Sam.