Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Mr. Vino

Now Isma is standing in front of the GIOK Holding Company. The day is getting late, Isma has to travel about two hours to get here.

"Rina, sorry I interrupted. There's something important I want to ask you." Said Isma speaking by phone call.

"What, Is?" Replied Rina who was now sitting leaning on her husband's chest.

"Who?" bimo asked quietly while stroking softly Rina's fingers.

"Ishma." Answer slowly.

Then Rina refocused on Isma.

"What's important, Is?" Deuteronomy.

Before answering, Isma smiled happily. He was happy to hear the affection of the new couple he had just heard.

"You know JADE Holding?"

"Look away. That's Vino Anggara's company."

"Do you know the CEO?"

"Mhh, that Vino who once almost destroyed King

Holding. Why the hell?"

"O is. I just found out. Now I'm in front of this company building."

"Well?"

"Fight."

"Fight for what, Isma?"

"There's. Just pray. Miss you dear Rina."

"Pope. . . Don't tell me you want to be p***.org."

"What's? Why are you talking about that?"

"Yes, because Vino is married and has children."

"Yes up to him. Who wants me to fight for something."

Isma immediately ended the call which made Rina even more astonished and glared at her HP screen.

"Why baby? How do I say P***or all?" Ask Bimo who followed in wonder.

"Don't know. Isma said she wanted to fight for something." Said doubtful.

"Fight? Struggling for?"Reciprocity.

"Not knowing either. What's clear is that he's just Vino and JIOK Holding." Evidently.

The two stared at each other. They tried to guess what Isma really fought for in JIOK Holding.

And right now, Isma was standing right in front of the reception desk.

"I want to see Mr. Vino." He said while giving a business card he got from Pak Sukir.

"Have you made an appointment before?" Ask the receptionist while checking Isma's business card.

"Ee. But, I really have to meet Mr. Vino now." Isma said a little pleading.

Soon the Receptionist looked back at Isma with a suspicious look.

"Submit. . ." He said as he grabbed the phone algae.

The receptionist looked again at Isma.

"Whose name is mbak?" Asked later.

"Ishma Ramadhani." Answer Isma spirit.

The receptionist repeated the name Isma. Then for a moment he nodded slowly and put back the phone algae.

"Let me deliver, mbak." He led Isma to the elevator.

Isma was taken directly to Vino's room on the sixth floor. And now that Isma was in Vino's room, she was sitting alone. He said the owner of the room was having a meeting.

"Bismillah. . . May he be a good man. Aamiin's." Said slowly.

Not long after, a tall, sturdy and dashing man entered the room. She smiled happily stepping towards the sofa where Isma was sitting there now.

"Sorry to keep Buk Isma waiting." He said kindly as if he knew each other before.

"It's okay, Mr. Vino. I should be the one apologizing for interrupting Mr. Vino's working hours."

Suddenly the man chuckled softly which made Isma stare in wonder.

"No need to call sir. Just call Vino." Reciprocity.

Isma frowned. 'Why are gini soothsayers, anyway? did I ever meet him when I was working with the boss?' His inner.

"So Mr. Sukri called me. Said Buk Isma wanted to see me." Evidently.

That explanation made Isma understand. It turned out that Mr. Sukir had told about his arrival.

"Yes, Sir. So, I used to always order my wood for furniture from Pak Sukir. But, the problem was that the order this time was suddenly canceled unilaterally." Clearly Isma with a slightly groovy tone.

"Sorry before buk Isma..." Vino stepped towards his desk. Then he pressed the phone button and asked his Secretary to bring a coffee for Isma.

"I asked Mr. Sukir to approve the sale of wood for 5x the fold." Explained collaborations.

"Why can that be? Is Mr Vino short on money?" Firmly Isma began to emotion.

Casually Vino returned to the sofa near Isma. Then he smiled looking at Isma. So Isma felt uneasy and lowered her gaze.

"I'm not short of money. But, sir Sukir who needs money. He wanted to borrow from me. Meanwhile, his debts with me were already too much. I only intend to help Mr. Sukir so that the debt will no longer increase." Clearly, relaxed.

For a moment Isma was silent. "But it shouldn't just cancel one-sidedly. While I need those woods by tomorrow morning, sir." Say Isma slowly.

"I'll ask my man to deliver soon later tonight to Isma Buk Furniture." Rigorously.

"What's right, sir?" Ask Isma enthusiastically.

Vino nodded and did not forget his smile was always visible while looking at Isma's face which made Isma uncomfortable since then.

"Thank you very much, sir. Thanks. . ."

Isma. Now one problem is solved.

"Call Vino only. Don't call me sir." Continued Vino who managed to change the smile on Isma's face changed wrinkles do not like.

"I'm more comfortable calling you sir." Tagas Isma's.

"All right." Reply Vino with a nod.

Isma said to leave the company immediately. Isma's departure was stared at by Vino until Isma disappeared brought by the elevator to the lower floor.

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