Perfect Son-in-law

Pascal Hotels

Rohan Pascal 50 %

Martin Pascal 30 %

Gugun Jeswan 5 %

Chen Ajinomotto 3 %

Budi Biosrol 4 %

Meggi Mecina 3 %

Holciem Tigar Oda 5%

The names are a list of the names of the shareholders in Pascal's company complete with the number of percent of shares they planted. Martin's name there represents the name of his late father who died eight years ago in an accident.

The data was looked at by Rohan with wrath. The face and jawline tighten as if they will change skin.

He thought about dividends. How can all be shared while the company's shares are in a state of decline for some reason.

If it continues this way within a month, the giant company will weaken, with the worst possibility.

“Jo!”

Called man replied directly, “Iya, Sir!”

Rohan shone a sharp look at the man. “Cover this slump from investors.”

“Good, Master!”

Not only the parent company in Jakarta, one of the three branches of the company outside the city engaged in property, had already been problematic, and Rohan was forced to close it temporarily. At least until he finds out what the cause is.

Rohan is a good businessman, he is meticulous and critical. Anything in his hand would be perfect. But now, something might be playing tricks or he was too careless, problems appeared one after another to make his head want to just explode.

...****...

“Where can he have nginep in this hotel?” Lola asked as she offset Glorien's super-fast pace into her office space.

“I don't know either, La!” glorien replied similarly confused.

A few moments ago the receptionist section gave it a message, there was a person who booked a VIP room in which wanted a mini hot spring pool. While the room itself is only one room left, and it is still in the completion stage of the facility and has not been fully usable. The guard was confused. As a result he immediately contacted Glorien who happened to be having lunch outside with Lola, because the person did not want to know.

Glorien in the fog. He was confused on how to take a stand. Unfortunately that part even entered the promotion before all the plots were perfect.

But that's not really the problem. The room that is not ready he can switch to another room that is already steady, asking as much as possible so that the person understands and accepts what he suggests despite having to argue. But the problem is more urgent than that.

The ocean!

Who else if not him could have made Glorien choke on meatballs as big as a tuyul head, when he heard the name of the man mentioned his prescribing officer.

Yep! Samewise Will will suddenly stay at the Pascal Hotel under the pretext of wanting to feel the hot water immersion in the mini-pool VIP room of the famous hotel.

Glorien was still pacing around confused inside his study.

One hand is tracing the waist while the other hand is massaging the temples that are starting to dizzy.

“Trus do you want to do him, Glo?!” ask Lola.

Lola lamented. “Unfortunately I have a task from your papa. If not, surely I'm ready to replace you ngadepin him.”

Glorien smiled with a smile as he rubbed Lola's arm which had started to stand up and was about to leave. “ Nothing, La. You just go. Mr. Jo must have been waiting.”

Lola nodded. “Okay, Glo. I'm sorry, yes.” The bag on his shoulder he straightened. “You should be strong ngadepin him. Don't baper, okay!”

Lola's spirit injections glorien. “Definitely, La. You carefully bring the car.”

The two hugged and separated.

Twelfth minute after that.

The snapping of a pair of foot-lobed heels echoed in the hallway to the lobby. Glorien walked steadfastly to meet the Ocean that had been waiting for him for almost an hour.

At the end there, stymied by glass, the ocean sits casually crossed-legged, filling a specially prepared white sofa waiting. A sports magazine in both hands he was looking at.

Glorien was getting closer, the slower he was pushing. After a blazer with my left hand and a span skirt above the knee, fitting wrapped his tall body so high, he tidied for a moment. For a moment close your eyes and breathe as much air as possible so as not to be crowded facing the Ocean.

NAH! NAH! NAH!

The ocean distracted him. See who came with just his eyeballs, then smile.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Will, I am the director of this Pascal hotel. My employee called, he said you wanted a room with a mini hot tub. So I'll explain, incidentally for now the room you mean is already full. And only the remaining one is still in the refinement stage. So it can't be used. Sorry once.” Glorien.

Samudra smiled thinly but seemed cynical about Glorien's formal behavior. He got up from his seat after putting the magazine on the table. A pair of hands began to slip filling his pants pocket casually. Glorien looked at him still with a smile that was hard to describe. “Supply any room. Choose a good one in your opinion, Miss Glorien!”

Glorien was wide-eyed, feeling bullied. If the choice ended like that, why did the man ask her to come? Where should he also calm the thump of his heart that continues to rebel. He really feels stupid like this. The air as much as possible. Trying to calm down who honestly wants to hit the guy with a shoe.

He finally forced a smile. “Then so good sir. Come with me.” He immediately turned.

The small chuckling ocean felt successful, then swung a step following Glorien.

Another presidential suite room was given Glorien at Samudra.

“Please, Sir. Enjoy your day and rest at our hotel.” He then turned around not wanting to linger with the man nearby.

But it won't be that easy of course. The ocean pulled her hand back and ended up in the man's arms.

“Are there no words you want to tell me, Glorien?” ask her with a raw language and an ice-free tone.

Glorien looked up. His current position was extremely uncomfortable. He got up quickly and distanced himself. “What kind of words ... you mean?” As soon as possible throw away the face. The gaze of the Ocean was very bad for his health.

The flat mimic of the Ocean creates a tense atmosphere. Glorien felt himself in trouble.

The next second, the advancing Ocean approached slowly, while Glorien retreated away in fear.

“Ka-you want what, Samudra?!"

Samudra smiled wickedly, then said, “I just want to see my son. She must be very funny. Where is he now?”

Automatic punching the heart of Glorien as hard as possible. Sontak stopped retreating even though the Ocean was already right in front of him without distance. He freezes. The question shocked his soul. “A-children ...” His throat suddenly closed.

The vines on the face of the Ocean are getting darker. “Do you want to say .. if our child is dead?”