I LOVE YOU LECTURER!
Suppose ...
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"What about the job I gave you?" Alex is in his study.
"The girl named Jovanka Lovata Barraq whom you are looking for is the first child of Saddam Barraq and Tania Lovata. Jovanka is now the CEO of her father's company which had stopped because his father had a heart attack about 2 years ago. And Saddam Barraq's corporate center is in the Group G building in front of your campus. They rented 4 floors there. On the 11th - 15th floor. More details will I send to your email now," explained Alex's letter at length.
Alex just raised both eyebrows in agreement.
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"Simmediately finish our goal here today!" said the Son of Gibran who was sitting on his throne.
"Your young master" answered Rakha
They opened a pile of files that his secretary had brought. There was a really serious discussion between the two of them.
3 Hours passed yet no sign - the sign will be finished. The leaders of each division are alternately called to the CEO's room. For those who are safe from trouble, they will come out with a calm smile. But there were also those who came out with tense faces. I don't know what's going on.
2 hours later, they both closed the last file in each other's hands. The room was quiet, the rest of the CEO and Assistant.
"Finally finished too. Stay to eradicate the tie insects" said Rakha leaning his head.
"Make us lunch!"
"Ready, young master," Rakha picked up her phone.
Gibran's son opened the email Rakha sent on his cell phone. He looked very serious about his phone.
Clek!
The door opened without a knock before. They spontaneously turned towards the door.
"Sorry young master, I've already banned her, but this miss is forcing. Because he brought a permit from the big master to enter the 30th floor," said Mira who entered. With a trembling body he explained to his boss.
"Come out" Rakha ordered Mira.
"Okay sir" said Mira. Mira came out and closed the door again.
Rakha was very lazy to see who was coming. He stood up, walked towards the sofa, and dropped his body there.
The woman walked towards the CEO. Before he reached the table of the Son of Gibran, he turned to Rakha.
"Hi, out!" he said firmly to Rakha.
"I will come out if my boss asks me out" Rakha replied very casually, without even seeing the girl. He still plays his cell phone.
"Huh! just interrupt," the woman threw a hateful look at Rakha. It's free, his boss won't throw him out, inwardly.
But Rakha is Rakha. No matter what anyone says, other than the boss.
"Darling, didn't you tell her to come out?" said the woman to the Son of Gibran in a made-up tone.
"Would you like to come here?" ask the son without answering the woman's question.
"Darling," he said spoiled, he walked to the back of the chair of the Son of Gibran who did not even look at him at all.
"I just want to meet you. I've been here a few times, but I've never seen you" he continued, softening his words. His hand was clutching the shoulder of the Son of Gibran from behind.
"Get your hands off!" said the Son of Gibran firmly.
"Why are you so fierce, dear," his hand had rubbed the breast of the Son of Gibran.
"I said get rid of your hands! Are you deaf!" shouted the Son of Gibran
the woman turned her head towards Rakha, feeling a little embarrassed at the snapping in front of Rakha. Then he pulled his hand slowly.
Rakha who glanced at him felt extremely disgusted. He is a playboy. But she would not fall in the arms of a cheap woman like the woman who seduced her boss.
I'm just disgusted to see you, let alone Rakha's inner boss with a mocking smile.
"Say, what do you want?"
"Em, can't we just talk alone?"
"No!" Gibran's son answered quickly.
The woman was misbehaving, she was confused as to where to start talking from. Feeling no self-respect if Rakha heard what she was about to say.
"Money?" guess the Son of Gibran cynically.
Long waited for him to let his guard down because the woman did not answer.
"Fuckin' Carissa!" the cry of the Son of Gibran made the one who mentioned his name jump in shock. "Just say, what do you want!"
"Mr ..." Carissa sat in the front seat of the CEO. "My purse is pickled. All my money and cards are gone" he said slowly trying not to be heard by Rakha.
"Ropety?" said the Son of Gibran slowly looking at Carissa with hatred. "Don't you just walk abroad with a guy and you pay for everything?" said the Son of Gibran, raising his eyebrows.
Carissa increasingly misbehaved, confused to answer what. He has lost face.
How could he know, must be that damn guy watching me. Inner Carissa glanced at Rakha who was sitting on the sofa.
"Why are you quiet?"
"I'm sorry, he's just my friend. He never walked abroad. So I took it with me when I had a photo shoot overseas" Carissa said.
"You think I just believe that?" said the cynical Son of Gibran. "There are so many homeless people out there who have never been abroad, why don't you take them?"
Carissa was even more shocked to hear the handsome CEO say. He was confused as to what to answer. Carissa knew very well the hard character of the man in front of her.
"Ma. sorry," that's all that came out of Carissa's lips.
The son of Gibran issued a check and wrote down the number Rp. 500,000,000,- and threw the check into the face of Carissa who was sitting in front of her.
"Remember! once again you appear before me with your false explanation. All the evidence of the crimes you've committed I'll give my Papa. And I make sure he won't give you a license to get into this floor again! Understand!" said the Son of Gibran firmly.
"Ba .. good. Thank you," said Carissa hesitated with a smile made - made. Then take the check that fell on that floor.
Later I will think of another way, you must not escape from my grasp.Inner Carissa when walking out. And still had time for him to glance at Rakha on the sofa.
"Supervise him, gather all the evidence of his crimes!" the Son of Gibran said after Carissa disappeared behind the door.
"Ready, young master," answered Rakha for sure. I cannot wait for your destruction Carissa!. Inner Rakha.
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Carissa Birdella Louis is the son of the great master's friend Haidar Gibran. Huge master Haidar Gibran once owed Mark Louis, papa Carissa. Group G is on the verge of bankruptcy.
The incident of a plane crash that resulted in Mark Loius and his wife dying made the great master Haidar feel sorry for Carissa, so he considered Carissa like his own son.
It's just that because of Carissa's wild nature, her father's legacy company was destroyed and bankrupt. Carissa could become a model due to the help of the great lord Haidar at that time.
Until one day Carissa acted more ignorant of herself. He begged the great master Haidar to be betrothed to his only Son. Not for love, but for treasure.
But the great master Haidar and his wife did not simply approve. They left the decision in the hands of their son. Because actually they also know the behavior of a wild Carissa. It's just that they keep Carissa feeling, out of respect for her late parents.
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In the afternoon, Jovanka drove home and drove her car down the city streets. His eyes were not only focused on the path in front of him. But also focus on the left right edge of the street. Hope to see Alex.
But getting to her house, she doesn't find Alex. He came into the house disappointed.
After taking a shower, Jova went down to dinner with her family.
"Good night, Dad, Mom!" jova sat in the chair next to Tristan.
"Night, baby," Mom and Dad answered.
"For a long time, brother, I'm starving waiting for you" Tristan said, holding back his annoyance.
"Sorry my dear sister," Jova spread her sweet smile.
Tristan threw away his face and just took the food menu that his mother had prepared.
After dinner, they moved to the family room. Tristan turned on the tv and changed channel tv because there was nothing interesting in his opinion.
"Jova, what about your college?" ask me to open the conversation.
"So Jova went to college, but Jova did not meet the killer Jova lecturer. He's on leave."
"Oh, then what about the company?"
"Yes that's how it is. There has been no significant development" said Jova sadly. "But don't worry, Jova certainly won't be discouraged" said Jova raising one clenched hand over her head.
"Dad believe in you."
"Dad, Mother, Jova went upstairs, yes, there is a task from the lecturer that Jova has to work on."
"Yes Jova" replied Mother.
Jova climbed into her room, sitting on her desk chair. Open a book to complete the task.
After the task is done he goes into the bathroom, a routine before going to bed. Next, change his clothes with a brown-colored nightgown. Then climbed on his bed, picked up his phone on the nightstand.
"If I'm in love, I want to feel like I'm in love with you" Jova swiped through some photos in her gallery.
After being satisfied to stare at the photos he took silent while stalking, he put his phone back on the nightstand. And immediately closed his eyes. Hope you get up early tomorrow.
