Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

First Day of Being CEO

Today is the first day Devan Artama serves as President. He smiled in front of the mirror looking at his dashing self. He was riding in a luxury car gift from his grandmother a year ago. Nimble, he walked down the street of the capital to his office while enjoying the music.

Meanwhile, at Arta Fashion building, employees are preparing to welcome their new President. They are busy cleaning themselves and their respective workspaces. Their boss this time was very different. He likes cleanliness and cannot be in direct contact with others.

"Quick you clean up this whole building the President is coming!" order Hilman, Secretary of the President to the janitor.

"Good, Master!" Reply to ten building cleaners in unison.

"Hilman, do we need to call the janitor from outside to help them?" Tanya Tia, an employee manager.

"Maybe, he'll be here in two hours" replied Hilman.

Tia called the cleaning service online, a few minutes later some janitor came.

The entire room is cleaned, given a room freshener and no garbage piled up in the trash can.

All noticed the clothes they were wearing and stood up with a perfect attitude.

They all greeted him from the entrance of the building.

Shortly afterwards, a 27-year-old young man got off a luxury car. Wearing a suit and looking so neat.

"Welcome, Sir!" Sapa Hilman next to the car door.

"Yes." Yeah."

The man walked into the building. The entire employee, lowered his head slightly in respect.

"I don't want any trash on the floor of this building" he told Hilman, who was next to him as he walked into his study and glanced to his right and left.

"Good, Master!"

"But why are there still leaves falling on the floor?" point it at a flower pot that is near the elevator door. With a quick movement, Hilman picked it up and pocketed it.

"Don't until it happens again" Devan reminded.

"Good, Master!"

The man entered his study, stuck the tip of his index finger on his desk and lifted him up and saw him.

"I want the one who serves me every morning to make that coffee and that tea, you!" Show it to Hilman. "I don't want anyone else to come in here but you" he continued.

"Sa.I, Sir!" nervous answer.

"Yes." Yeah."

"More than a task I have to do, sir?"

"That's it first, maybe there will be an addition later" he replied.

"If I may know you like tea with little or moderate sugar?"

"Without sugar" he answered.

"Good, Sir."

"Make sure there are no random people who enter here," he said again.

"Good, Master!"

The sound of knocking on the door was heard from outside.

"Find and ask her needs, if it's just a signature. You're the only one who brought it here" he said.

"Good, Master!" Hilman opened the door. "What's wrong?" Ask.

"I just want to deliver this, Sir!" Show some files.

"Let me give it to you" Hilman said.

"Alright," the man's employee poked it at him.

Hilman brought the dossier and handed it over to the new President. "They asked for your signature, sir!"

Sitting quietly in his chair, the new President said, "Please read!"

"Well!"

"Why?"

"Ti. no, sir. I'll read it" replied Hilman.

"Read carefully you think it is acceptable and not to harm the company, I will sign it" he said.

"But, Mister. You're my boss, '" Hilman gave an excuse.

"You're my secretary, so just follow my orders!"

"All right, Master!" Hilman read the file lazily.

The president is busy with his phone.

Half an hour later, Hilman gave the file to the President. "This, Master!"

"How's it?"

"What's how, sir?" tanyanya's confused.

"Do I have to sign it?"

"Hmmm.sorry my master can't make a decision" replied Hilman.

"Didn't you read it?" his jolt.

"Read, Sir."

"Speak your decision!"

"You want to get fired?" Threatened President.

"No way, sir!" answer with a frightened voice.

"Then say yes or no?"

"Yes, Master!" Answer Hilman.

"All right, I'll sign. But remember that if it hurts the company, your salary will be cut" he said.

"Geez what dream I had last night," Inner Hilman. He took a tissue and wiped his sweat.

After returning from the office, Devan drives his own car without a driver just as he did when he left.

This position was actually too soon given Oma to him, he could not argue. He still has a lot to learn about business.

On his way home he was stuck in traffic, then he opened the car glass and asked the passing pedestrian. "What's up, huh? Why is it stuck?"

"In front there's the artist, sir!"

"Oh, so yeah. Are they filming again?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Together, sir."

He turned around, looking for a shortcut to get home.

Arriving at home, Oma Fera approached him. "Devan, how's today?"

"Okay, Oma!"

"Why did you give Hilman the job of checking those files?"

"Hilman has worked at Oma company for seven years, he is an honest and reliable person. So Devan wants to give him a little challenge" he replied.

"The task that Oma used to do, is now your duty" explained Fera.

"Yes, Oma. Devan will run the company well" he said.

"Your parents must be proud of you" said Fera.

*

Meanwhile, a young woman had just finished her filming. She is Clarissa Ayumi, an up-and-coming artist. Have good and smart acting skills.

He rested in the car and asked his personal assistant to massage his legs. "Yes, geez filming this time is very tiring," he said.

"The name also works!" tina, Clarissa's assistant.

"Yes, but not like that. Huddled with the citizens, where they asked for autographs and photos. Filming got distracted like this" Clarissa protested to her manager.

"We can't protest, all those who organize" said Yuna, Clarissa's manager.

"How many more scenes should be completed?" Clarissa asked Yuna.

"Two" he answered. The next shoot was finally done until midnight.

Clarissa entered her apartment with tired eyes, dropping her body on the bed without cleaning her face.

Yuna who entered the room, was surprised to see Clarissa sleeping with makeup still on her face. "Rissa, wakeup!"

"What's wrong?" Ask with closed eyes.

"Why don't you clean your face?" ask Yuna.

"I'm very sleepy" he replied.

Yuna pulled Clarissa's hand to wake up. "Clean your face first!"

"Tomorrow," he said.

"You know what happens if your face isn't treated?"

"Yes, I know." Clarissa walked with a shunt step into the bathroom cleaning her face and changing her clothes. After that, he dropped his body on the bed and went to sleep.

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This morning he had no job, Clarissa could relax and enjoy time alone without her two friends who were always beside her.

The two friends this morning also enjoyed their time together with loved ones.

"This morning it's really fun, I can get around town" he muttered while driving his car.

Because he was so happy, he sang a happy song. Without realizing it his car nudged another driver at a crossroads. He stopped his vehicle as well.

The driver knocked down the window of Clarissa's car.

Clarissa went downstairs, watching the man knocking on her car glass while spraying her palms with liquid.

"You have to take responsibility!" Devan.

"What responsibility?"

"See my car!" Point it at the black car.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it!"

"Because of you, I got late to the office" Devan said.

"How much do you want?"

"A half the price of my car" Devan replied.