My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

The karma?

Tommy walked back and forth inside his office, the Antasena Group building that had now become his full possession. The room, which was usually occupied by Pramudya, is now finally in his power.

Unfortunately, that sense of satisfaction and pride was not long. In just four months, everything became uncontrollable.

One by one accidents and accidents continue to happen. There are so many Antasena Group branch children scattered throughout Indonesia, all experiencing almost the same problems.

I don't know how many failed products were pulled from the market. I don't know how much construction damage due to work negligence that causes casualties.

Contractors and sub-contractors who handle the construction of toll roads that have just begun to flee with funds whose value is not small. The news is broadcast everywhere. The name of the originally hailed Gem Buana is now being sneered at by everyone.

In an internal meeting this morning, almost all investors withdrew an injection of funds because the stock price continued to decline. Plus the nominal rupiah that he had to spend to pay compensation. All of this chaos was completely out of his control.

Tommy felt suffocated by the tie of his tie. He slammed the documents his secretary had just given him and threw his ass over the chair. Head looked up. His eyes were closed with eyebrows that were almost linked together.

Pramudya Antasena's.

I don't know why that name crossed his head. Is this what Pramudya felt when he conspired with Yoga and Vishnu Aditama to trap and destroy him?

How is Pramudya now?

Tommy realized, what he got now was the result after he racked his brother's blood and sweat so viciously. Is this karma for you?

Tommy opened his eyes when he heard a knock on the door. His personal assistant walked in with a cloudy-looking face.

“Pak Tommy, there are envoys from companies in Russia who want to meet. He said his boss was interested in investing for the company,” reported the assistant while handing over a map.

“What are the terms?”

“They ask for shares of 60 percent. Profits will be shared in accordance with mutual agreement. When will you have time to meet with their representatives? Coincidentally he said they were visiting in Indonesia to see market share until next month.”

By accident?

Tommy sneered cynically. Both of his hands were tightly clenched.

There is no such thing as coincidence in the business world.

Just see if Yoga Pratama and Vishnu Aditama who suddenly could not be contacted was coincidence or not?

The two damn humans instantly disappeared without a trace when they learned the news of the Permata Buana which was in debt by billions of dollars.

“Pak?” scold the assistant carefully. Lately the mood of the boss is very bad. Almost every day there are employees who are the target of his anger.

“Bring me whiskey.”

“But, Pak—“

“Quick get it!”

“Good.” The assistant went to get an alcoholic drink which is now the main drink of the CEO.

He brought a bottle of whiskey with a glass and pieces of ice cubes, then walked out of the room without comment. The situation in the office is getting worse. He considered in his heart, maybe he should prepare to resign before the company really collapsed.

Tommy did not pour the whiskey into the glass as usual. He loosened the tie, removed the top two buttons of his shirt, and swigged the brownish yellow liquid straight from the bottle.

It consumes almost half the contents of the bottle in just one breath.

His throat felt like it was being engulfed in flames. The heat was very hot, but he didn't care.

He raised his head and pressed the contents of the bottle in one big gulp.

If only he had not obeyed his mother's wishes and focused on developing the Jewel of Buana, perhaps the end result would not have been like this. Now he will not only lose Antasena Group, but also Permata Buana.

Approve a cooperation proposal that wants 60 percent of the company's shares? Why not strangle him to death?

You dick!

Tommy threw the empty bottle against the wall with all his might, making a noise as the broken glass scattered everywhere.

Fuck all this!

He's fed up.

Life like this is exhausting. He can no longer.

**

In the meeting room of Wijaya Kusuma, Vishnu Aditama rampaged. Nothing escapes his anger.

The Winata Family Company that has been established for decades is suddenly fooled by a fictitious company located in Europe.

He had injected almost all of the funds he had for a joint oil-mining project in the high seas off the Middle East, but the company simply disappeared after the funds were transferred.

No trace was tracked even though he had exerted all his abilities to regain all his lost money. Starting from reporting it to the police, hiring hackers to track the digital footprint of the foreign company, until going to the shaman to ask for directions according to the direction of one of the Chiefs of Operations in his office.

Everything ended in vain, no one gave the result as he expected.

In addition, company data was leaked. The losses have exceeded hundreds of trillions. If it continues like this, the roots of the Winata Family will be uprooted from the base.

“You are all useless! How can you be fooled like this? Don't track where the office is? Who's owner? Didn't you check it first? Basic bod*h! Why do I pay you guys so much if working alone is not as smart as this!” Vishnu's shoulders trembled as he shouted his still unextinguished anger. His dense and contained body now changed drastically in just a matter of weeks. He could not eat quietly and sleep soundly because he thought about the fate of the company he had painstakingly built.

No one dared to speak out or refute that remark. Everyone lowered their heads and thought about the fate of those who were at the tip of the horn.

It is not imprecious or not careful. Their envoys had met with the owner of the company. Everything is very real. Even the office building and the employees inside it are very real. Almost all of the workers in the office are also foreign nationals. It is impossible ‘kan invite such people to conspire and deceive them.

How do you get these people to work together? How long does it take to practice so that everything feels so real? Everyone is playing their role very well.

Seeing all his men just silent, Vishnu's anger reached the crown. He kicked the table, pointed forward and opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. His body crashed into the chair before falling on the floor.

Everyone looked up in unison, surprised to see the old man lying down with bulging eyes and crooked lips to the right side.

In an instant chaos occurred in that room.

“Pak Vishnu!”

“Quick call an ambulance!”

“Contact family member Mr. Wisnu!”

Everyone exclaimed in utter disdain, frantically looking at the superior who was pressing down on his left chest with an expression of agony.

On the very end of the chair, a middle-aged man walked out of the room as if all the commotion had nothing to do with him.

After all his hard work that was almost a lifetime, serving selflessly despite always being looked at one eye, now was the time for him to retire quietly.

His lips held a big smile. The amount that had just entered into his account exceeded the initial agreement. He can go with his new identity, take his wife abroad, live there without thinking about overtime and the boss who always berates and reigns arbitrarily.

It's a very lucrative deal. It was not in vain that he risked everything for the sake of a very satisfying ending.

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