My Idol Mentor Diet

Chapters 2. Adinata Cunning Ideas

Adinata's Point of View

After I returned from dinner with three little boys, my sister and her two friends, my secretary was at the hotel lobby. Hah, I breathed tired of having to face work again.

"Ris, do you know what time it is?" I walk over to the hotel restaurant.

"Eight o'clock at night, sir." Riska opened the chair for me and handed the tablet to me.

"Sir Nata, this is the latest proposal put forward by Future Tech" Riska said guiltlessly after she turned to the waiter who asked for our order. Riska ordered warm water for me and she herself asked for steak and orange ice.

"Ck. Haven't eaten you yet?" my many.

"hehehe. Did I eat, sir?" Riska grinned while looking at me. This one kid, really.

"Eat from your stomach acid," I said as I stared at the tablet screen.

I refocused on looking at his proposal and when I got to the team portfolio section of Future Tech, I saw something familiar.

Huh uh? Not that this is Jordan the quarterback, the idol of the revelers. I am no stranger to seeing that man in the field.

"Hohohoo...it will be an interesting meeting tomorrow morning," my mind was happy to be able to think of many strategies.

"Sir Nata why smile for himself?" tanya Riska made my daydreams scatter and tried to make my face as flat as possible.

"A good proposal. What do you think of me as a white angel for this startup?" I said I was trying to find another topic so Riska forgot what she saw. It could be bad if my ice-male character image was destroyed.

Thank goodness my plan worked, Si Riska did not return to ask about the smile. Seriously discussing the work.

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Third Person Viewpoint

In a private restaurant a handsome young man wearing a white shirt and black cloth pants without a brand sat waiting for his prospective business partner to come. On the other hand, Adinata who just got out of the car with her secretary, Riska immediately entered the restaurant.

"The old father really dandy, so put us," complained Riska while walking to match the steps of Adinata. Adinata herself just rolled her eyes off guard and continued walking into their meeting room.

As Adinata saw Jordan in the room, she smiled preparing to greet him. Adinata breezed in with a suit stelan and black cloth pants Burberry brand her favorite.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Abraham! (Happy to Meet You, Mr. Ibrahim)" said Adinata in a friendly and confident tone as he approached Jordan.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Nata." Jordan stood up and shook hands with Adinata.

"Oh you can speak?" adinata said surprised to see Jordan can speak Indonesian.

"Ah still Indonesia tho, too," Adinata answered immediately before turning to her secretary and said, "Riska make up you have broken it. That's where it was."

"Eh! A cook? Can I really do it first?" said Riska wavering with the words of her boss that one.

"Yes there, all buy coffee at Starbucks," Adinata expels for reasons made.

"Why is the coffee here, sir?" bargain Risk on Adinata.

"Same boss," Adinata replied in a cold and sharp voice.

Riska who got a cold answer prepared to run away and replied Adinata, "Oh oh okay."

When Riska passed away from the room. Adinata folds her left leg over her right foot and then smiles cunningly at Jordan.

"I will inject funds according to the proposal you submit but I have special conditions."

"You-you mean?" ask Jordan for a wave.

Adinata touched her nose with both hands on the table. Creating an aura of intimidation on his interlocutor and starting to say, "I have a sister. Vocational college in America. I want him to go home thinner and skin-groomed. Not getting fatter from eating junkfood."

"I'm sorry I still don't understand." Jordan said in a confused tone.

"You're her diet mentor. Persuade and monitor my sister for sports as well. I want you to make a progress report every month about my sister's diet, skin care, exercise program."

"That-that's." replied Jordan who was beginning to fret and worry.

"I will inject the first funds according to the amount according to your proposal when you agree with my bidder. The next fund corresponds to the amount of change in my sister. I count one to three. When the count of three is done, your chance is gone."

"Huh?" Jordan was shocked by the deadline given.

"One."

"Two."

"Again, I-I agree." Jordan was sweating coldly and a little grateful that his reflexes were good so he could take the opportunity.

"That's a good choice (That's a good choice)," the fox Adinata's smile appears and Jordan becomes clumsy at Adinata's friendly behavior again.

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