
After Valkyrie Group's annual charity party and event, Shalome returned to her routine. He was really kept busy with various business matters. Especially now, he had to immediately resolve the issues that occurred at Valkyrie Group's regular shareholders meeting.
“Nona,” call Monica. The woman entered while carrying a bouquet of red roses. Without further ado put the bouquet in front of Shalome. Then he casually recited all of Shalome's schedules for a week.
“You have a dinner appointment with the President and Mr. Alexander in———”
“Again?” cut Shalome. Monica just smiled.
“Cancel it!” emphatically.
“Presdir advised, if you do not come. Your position in the company will be lowered.”
“Good, 'lah.”
“At least I no longer need to deal with those colossal major shareholders,” Shalome added.
Nah! Monica wanted to scream no, as loud as possible. How could Shalome just leave without solving the problem that was going on. Actually, Monica also did not want to press Shalome. But what to say. His real boss is Sonny. He's the one who hired Monica as his granddaughter's personal assistant.
“Nona, can you be the one who hired me,” muttered Monica. Aware of the situation, Monica cleared her throat. Reorganizing his mood that had a momentary dilemma.
“Presdir also advised again. When the first threat doesn't work. He said ... You must get out of the house.”
“No problem. I do not lack money to buy a house,” comments cuek Shalome while focusing on checking a file.
“If this threat does not work either. The president told me to convey it to you. All your facilitation will be dita———”
“Okey. Not a problem, tuh,” Shalome chirps.
“I'm not that poor either. Until it cannot survive without the support of him,” continued Shalome lightly.
“Presdir said, you can immediately take care of branches abroad. All your tasks here will———”
“Good, 'lah. When can I leave?” answer calmly Shalome.
Silent. Monica fell silent. He was astonished, all the threats he conveyed were responded calmly by Shalome. Even he tends not to consider all these threats important.
No word from Monica. It made Shalome even more in the wind. “There is no way the President just wants you to deliver some of those threatening messages. No, 'Is it too little?”
Appropriately. There's still. Monica hasn't delivered everything. But now it was her who was not calm. After the attack he launched had no impact whatsoever.
“As far as I know him. For twenty years I was his grandson. He is not a generous person, that is,” continued Shalome, still with the same composure.
Monica knows and is very sure. Even Shalome, not supported by Valkyrie Group's. He can still survive. Because Shalome is a genius and a talent.
Monica involuntarily sighed. His chest pounded. He's ready to deliver the last message he's received from Sonny. His last attack. Whether it will work or not. He's just running errands.
“Presdir says, if you still don't come. Your name will be crossed off the family card.” Simultaneously, Shalome's hand movements signing a file came to a halt.
After Monica finished speaking, Shalome was still silent. Making Monica think and believe the last attack was not successful.
“To his side,” muttered angry Shalome.
Shalome raised her face. “Who is he? What's special about that guy?” enragedly.
“Ah!?” Monica hurriedly controlled her facial expression.
“On that, you can ask directly to the President later or .... Find out for yourself when you guys have dinner together.” In Monica's heart cheered. He was completely in disbelief having just seen Shalome's extremely rare angry expression.
“I'll take care of you later.” Shalome closed the rough map of the file he was holding. Then he got up from his seat and grabbed the bouquet of flowers that Monica had brought.
“Nona, where are you going?” monica asked as Shalome walked towards the door.
“Prepared.” Shalome. “I'll meet someone important. No, 'do I have to prepare myself as best as possible and make a good impression on our first meeting.”
Monica saw Shalome's departure. He could also see from where he was standing now. Again Shalome simply threw a beautiful and expensive bouquet of roses into the trash. As if it had no price.
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Ace Blue Charlotte's
September 10th, 2020