Maple Promise

Fiesta

"Congratulations on your success for the umpteenth time Mr. Azka's."

Azka shook the hand of the middle-aged man in front of her. After cutting the ribbon as a sign at the hotel branch in the classic style, many officials and business colleagues congratulated him on his success.

"Thank you."

"Ahh you're still stiff." The middle-aged man complained.

Azka just smiled faintly. He doesn't know what to express. Although the middle-aged man in front of him is a business colleague who is quite close to him because the middle-aged man often buys some property in his company.

"How about you invite me to dinner at my house. Think of it as dinner to familiarize our long-standing cooperative relationship." The beak man gave a suggestion after thinking for a while.

"No need for Mr. Deriawan. I'll just go straight to the hotel for a break, the day after tomorrow I'll fly straight to Canada to visit my parents." Reject Azka politely. Familiarize the cooperative relationship? What kind of reason is that? Azka believes the dinner to 'familiarize the cooperative relationship' will end negotiations on reducing the price of property from her company. Azka had even been killed by the efforts of his investors to reduce prices with various pretexts of entrepreneurs.

"Okay, maybe next time."

"Congratulations on the new hotel Mr. Azka's." A middle-aged man who was also an investor of Azka company came up with a glass of wine in his left hand. While his right hand outstretched to shake hands with the owner of the party.

"Thank you Mr. Maurer."

The man called Mr. Maurer nodded briefly. "What Mr. Mario wasn't at this amazing party?"

"No, Daddy's got business in Dubai."

"Ahh, what a pity. If Mr. Mario here, he must be proud to have a successful son like you." Said Mr. Mario with his strength.

"Thank you. Daddy's always proud of me even if he's not here." Azka was silent for a moment. "It looks like I have to greet the other guests, enjoy Mr.'s party. Deriawan and Mr. Maurer."

Azka stepped out her legs after getting a nod from the two middle-aged. He could not make useless talk like that. To him, everyone who tried to make small talk with him was here just for imaging.

He sat on the sofa with a round table in front of him.

"You need a drink sir?" Rudy came up with some kind of drink on the tray he had in his hand.

"Yeah seems. I just want red wine Rud, I'm sick of hearing the pleasantries of the job and money lovers here."

Rudy gave Azka red wine. He discouraged passing servants from offering guests drinks. He gave her the tray he was holding after taking the same glass of wine as Azka.

"You want a drink too?" Azka asked to look at the wine held by her assistant.

"Yeah.. I'm also a little nauseous hearing the sweet words that come out of their rotten mouth sir." Answer Rudy.

"You're my assistant Rudy. I didn't choose you wrong to be my confidant."

Azka smiled widely.

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