Liberoses

#2: Papa company

I took some clear maps that I used to use for proposals commissioned by some of my work superiors.

It's hard, but it's his duty.

I took a glass of soda while gulping it down.

The morning started again. The birds began to chirp lightly as if greeting the entire magnificent Apartment.

The sky this morning was unpretentious. Grey sky that seems to give a sign there will be rain.

Attractively.

I closed the apartment door as I walked towards the elevator. I want to finish my job quickly. I just want to stay home for today.

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I walk in the office. The sound of the rain was loud, like fun. I pushed the elevator button to the floor I wanted, the 10th floor.

Floor 10, precise which is very convenient to work on proposals and files. The room was always a favorite place for employees in the company, but at the end of this time they did not have time to work on their files there because they were chasing deadlines and all sorts of things.

This company applies the system when it is finished working on the file can already go home with high permission. So that I could always go home early and shut myself up.

I put my ass on the soft little couch in the corner of the room. Slender.

I started to open my Macbook and opened some revisions that Mr. Franklin had requested.

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The rain was still quietly pouring down on Los Angeles. As if it does not stop, even more rapidly every few minutes.

I put down the paper. Done it. Finally I can enjoy a cup of instant noodles in the room while listening to music. Ah, fun!

I tidied up the file while walking quickly towards the elevator. My eyes are stretching out into the hallway. So quiet, are the employees still at their desks? Diligently.

I picked up my phone while looking at social media, looking for interesting information that was booming this late.

Unknowingly his fingers suppress one recent news that was warm. He looked at the news casually. But a second later his eyes were shocked.

The Airlangga group company almost went bankrupt. The Airlangga Group company seems to be trying to save his company. Here's the details

Airlangga Group's. Papa company.

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I put the file on Mr. Franklin's desk, the man turned his chair to me staring blankly.

“Kaylina.”

“I—ya sir?” When I realized, I turned to the man and straightened my back.

“I know your father's company is on edge.” Mr. Franklin said in essence, he looked at me seriously.

“But. After I contacted some of my colleagues, it was not.”

“What do you mean?” I mumbled not understanding, the man cleared his throat slowly

“Kay, your father's company has been assisted by De Gavellyn Crop.”

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I stepped quickly out of the elevator after the door opened, my hasty steps inviting the curiosity of some employees.

“Kay why yes?” Murmuring a girl, he turned to the girl next to him curiously.

“Gatau.”

“Kay, here, papa wants to talk.”

I ran fast, my heart was pounding not thinking about what you were going to say.

Papa can't be my soul mate with the owner of De Gavellyn's company, right? My inner scream was full of questions, I opened my car door quickly and turned it on quickly.

The rain continues to fall. It was as if fate had known that today it was appropriate for rain to fall, for a Kaylina.

Piiipp! Piips! My phone is shaking, someone unknown. I looked up and took my phone in a hurry.

“Do you panic?”