Not Just an Obsession

Chapter 5: Private Presentation

Bratt opens CV sheet about Alea.

"Surely he's married." Bratt muttered.

"Make it more challenging." Mumbled again.

Bratt put down Alea's CV sheet and picked up the phone handle and connected it to Zhinta's desk.

"Yes Mr. Bratt." Answer Zhinta.

"Zhinta, send your men who were the percentages to my room." Bratt's orders.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Ask Zhinta curiously.

"No. I just wanted to ask him a few things about his design idea." Reply Bratt.

Zhinta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good sir."

Bratt hung up on me.

After the call with Bratt ended, Zhinta walked over to Alea's desk.

"Alea." Zhinta called out to Alea.

Alea who was focusing on her laptop screen turned her gaze towards Zhinta.

"Yes, Mom." Answer Alea.

"You're called Mr. Bratt in his room."

"What's up, Mom?" Alea's face was paled, afraid that his Boss would change his mind and cancel the design he made.

"Don't be afraid. Mr. Bratt just wanted to wonder. Maybe he feels the idea in your head, can be the same as the idea in his head. Because Mr. Bratt rarely directly approves the design results of others, there must be a lot to be revised." Answer Zhinta. He knew that Alea was thinking nothing at the moment, just like when Bratt asked him to call Alea in his study.

"Ooo.." Alea rounded her mouth while nodding her head.

"Yes, hurry up to Mr. Bratt's room, don't let Mr. Bratt wait long." Zhinta.

Alea stood up from her seat and walked towards the elevator that would take her to Bratt's study.

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Ting. Elevator door opens. The elevator carrying Alea had already reached the sixth floor of the company.

Alea was standing right in front of Bratt's office door.

"Pooch.." Alea sighed harshly before knocking on the door of the room.

"Lake in." Answer the voice from within.

Chequek. Alea turned the door handle and entered the room and closed the door again.

"Mr Bratt called me?" Ask Alea pleasantries.

Bratt, who was pretending to be busy, nodded his head.

"Sit there." Bratt's orders while pointing at the long sofa.

Alea walked towards the long sofa that Bratt pointed at.

From his desk Bratt glanced at Alea who was walking towards his long sofa.

After Alea sat down on a long couch, Bratt stood up from his seat of greatness and walked up to Alea and sat down next to Alea.

Seeing Bratt sitting next to her, Alea grew even more nervous. And Alea's nervousness was evident in Bratt's eyes from Alea's paled face and the fingers he kept playing with.

"Not to be nervous. Just relax." Bratt.

"Pull your breath." Bratt's orders. Alea took her breath.

"Dispose slowly." Bratt's orders again. Alea also threw out her breath.

"How is it, it's calmer?" Ask Bratt.

Alea nodded her head even though she was still very nervous.

"All right, we're straight to the point." Bratt.

"Please explain to me once more about your percentage." Bratt said again.

"Huh?" Alea was gaping. In his mind, his Boss did not pay attention to himself during the percentage earlier.

"Don't misunderstand me. I just want to hear your explanation in detail, about how you got the idea of making that design or the things you didn't say at the meeting. Because I'm sure you'd like to give me a more detailed explanation of your design, but since you're nervous, those words don't come out." Bratt quickly clarified that Alea would not misunderstand.

"Oh.." Alea rounded her mouth.

Alea turned on her tablet and opened the file where she saved the design she had presented.

"So..." Alea also began to present the results of his designs to Bratt privately.

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