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Part 6's. The World is Too Narrow

Recognize Derrick's brother, real name: Chuando Tan, original age 53, some are written 55, so yes take only 53, can ya 55 sekut this ckckck. Work photographer + models, live in Singapore. Try often back and forth singapore find ya know nemu wkwkwk

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Original name "Chris Horwang - Thai artist

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Back to the stories.....

“Have you called Nita?” I was suddenly accosted while in the front cluster of my room. Boss sir asked me about the company he told me to call should be.

“Ohh sir. Later 2 hours first meeting with them.”

“Fine, afraid you haven't called yet. Yes already..”

“Siang Bu.” I just realized there was a boss mother behind following her husband while playing HP.

“Iya, noon.” The beautiful boss of the rich man's son is quite jealous, the seller's secretary does not have to be the one who chooses. Couldn't be more cute than her point. Looks odd little like this handsome guy, ready to be fired. That's why we're here a little bit how to keep that attitude if he comes.

I passed by, and met one of the senior marketers here. Marcello, not far from my age, only two years different, handsome, because of his good looks and this completeness he has a lot of capital to win in the hearts of clients, plus his brain is diluted, the communication is good.  Anyway, the holder of rank 1,2,3 is never far from his hand in this office.

“Nit, if there is a big project dapet nih kanya.”

“Tau aja lu info.”

“Tau it, you on the whole team jump to make an announcement yesterday.” I grimaced widely, the celebration was indeed outrageous until I reprimanded the boss.

“Yes is not rich lu Cel, win is usual, your clients already a lot. I'm the new marketing rich dapet is the most beautiful gift.”

“Can aja lu. Treaty of dong, eat yuk.”

“Bby, come tomorrow eat-eat the team.”

“Yah don't rame-rame..”

“Name-rame.” I grimaced widely, not that I didn't know what he meant but I couldn't give him any hope, he knew that. I'm friendly to everyone but to that extent, I won't promise anything else. He sighed.

I know it's not fair, I don't give him a chance, at all, he's pretty good. Since I became the new team leader a year ago he is supportive, but my determination to stay in my comfort zone is still too strong. Seeing my friends who after marriage say singles are happier, plus a few divorces around me makes me more keukeh maintain this "single and happy' status.

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Because we will continue meeting our advertising project to BEAUTYSALE, I accidentally mesen two Blueberry Cheesecake cakes, the cake we contested in the last slice, one for Mr. Aki-aki handsome, he said, one for Miss Francesca. This time, of course, one whole pan, the time of giving in the class of the last slice Director. It can be considered rude and troublesome for my pay.

“Bu, I can drop the cake to Mom and Mr. Boss.” Ms. Francesca smiled, knowing I had a box of cookies with me as a hand.

“Bu Anita still tengsin said like free apparently.” Still mocked. Ga pa-pa important contract dapet, bonus road.

“Nice Mom, my gratitude also does not make my impoliteness a problem.”

“It looks like the boss sir is in the office, I asked the secretary first.” He lifted the intercom off his desk.

“Vienna, boss is there?” He's quiet for a second. “I told OB to make delivery to Mr. Derrick, say only from Bu Anita, who likes free.” I smile wide.

“Still Bu.” OB delivered the cake to the Director's room, and we went to the meeting, apparently they wanted to replace the talent artist to a younger and more present, but Mimi Peri was irreplaceable apparently. But this meeting was handled by Ms Francesca, the handsome batteries did not follow. We finished our meeting about an hour later and returned.

I went through the lobby of Miss Francesca, talking to her. Suddenly someone called me.

“Tata?” Who called me by my little name? I looked to the side, a man quite old, I didn't know him first because maybe it's been 7 years since I didn't see him, but then I knew him. He's the guy I should call Papa. And he's with Mr. Derrick.

“Master Lam, ..” No, I didn't call him Papa or Uncle in public, although he said many times that I called him Papa, but my heart couldn't do it. I still call him Uncle sometimes. “Happy to meet Mr. Lam.” His Indonesian language is quite fluent btw, because almost five years he was here when he was young.  He came at me quickly and Mr. Derrick followed him from behind.

“You have a job here.” Although fluent is still not his mother tongue, so the accent and accent are formal and rigid.

“Iya.”

“Ohh apparently Mr. Lam, know bu Anita, he handles advertising of our company.” So he has shares here too.

“Oh, so. Long time no see.” I can't stand this conversation actually. “Can we talk for a minute Tata, lunch maybe, how are you doing?” A request I find difficult to grant.

“Master Lam can use the meeting room if..” Mr. Derrick hasn't finished talking, I'll just cut it.

“No, I have a meeting to pursue. Ii'm sorry. I have to go, Mr. Derrick, Mr. Lam. Good day.” I bowed quickly, without further ado I went from in front of them. I don't see his face anymore

Why should I meet that guy, and it turns out he's one of the shareholders at BEAUTYSALE.  The world is too narrow.