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Ch 60 - POV Armand

"So which one do you want to choose?"

There are dozens of employee application files laid out on the desk. The file is the result of a long sortation after removing hundreds of files that have been entered.

"It." Without a doubt I pointed to the CV in the upper left corner with a photo of a short-haired girl.

"Wadis just now? Sure you want to choose him?" Arif Marga held my chin while looking at me with skepticism.

I chose not to answer and clean up the other files. Just leave one file.

"Armand, are you sure you want to pick him?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's a fresh graduate. Only local university graduates. Back ground his family's regular too."

"laggingly good. He'll be more resistant to being forged."

"Looks like she's a sloppy girl. You will have trouble choosing it. Choose another one. Here, there are S2 graduates. There are also famous university graduates. GPA's good too." Arif Marga took back some of the files I had cleared and spread them out in front of me.

I took one file I selected. "I'll take responsibility for my choices."

Arif Marga, the branch manager of this office, sighed. He stared in complete disapproval. The mouth opens, then closes. I wanted to protest, but not continue. In the end he gave up.

"Yes already. He'll be your man. Arrange her. Don't make mistakes." The middle-aged man twisted his body and sat in his chair. His eyes look.

"Is there a specific reason why you chose it?"

"Nothing."

"Related?" The middle-aged man fixed his glasses. His gaze is still staring.

"I brought this file." I held up the file in my hand and turned around without any desire to answer her question.

***

Arsha Nayyara Usman's. Seeing the photos on her CV is so familiar. Like I've seen, but where? Have we met before?

Not wanting to guess too much, I pressed the intercom button. The next second there was a continuous tone and a voice at the other end.

"Good afternoon, bank J***** with Gita, any HRD part can be helped?"

"Gita, check email. I'm sending in new staff data. You make him a contract and have him come tomorrow."

"Good Sir."

I turned off the intercom and pinched my nose. The pile of files on the table is getting bigger and bigger. My desk is like a broken ship. All work becomes one.

At least today I got a new staff who will help complete this pile of work. My hope, the staff this time will be more resilient than before.

The reason I chose this girl, other than because her face was familiar was also because of her educational and family background. Not meant to underestimate, but usually girls like this will be strong with the pressure of work. It's not easy to give up, especially most dramas.

The previous three girls could be examples. Good universities, S2 degrees do not guarantee to make them loyal to the company. Once there is a little problem or get an offer from another company, immediately resign. The latter resigned due to romance issues.

There is news circulating, they are also not at home with my attitude. According to them, I was too rigid and a perfectionist. Tired of having to find staff again. Maybe it's good if later I try to change my attitude.

***

Time has shown eight o'clock past when the zoom meeting was ended. I did some work before I went down to the first floor. As usual, the office was empty.

"Going sir?"

"Hem."

"Yes, do it."

Abdul went up to the second floor. Turn off the lights and lock up every room. He also made sure the server space was no obstacle. Then he went down to the first floor. Turn off PDAM flow and ensure the alarm is functioning normally. Then he closed the trellis door and squeezed the code.

"All locked down?" ask me after Abdul hands over the key.

"Already, sir."

"Thank you." I patted Abdul on the shoulder and slipped three hundred pieces into his hand. "For your son."

"Eh, t-no need, sir."

"Don't be rejected." I got into the car and started the engine. Drive and join other vehicles on the highway.

***

There is not much to do in this small town. When I finished buying the food, I took it to the apartment. The only apartment in Jember City.

The apartment is quite strategic. Close to the state campus so that it grows the economy around it. Around the apartment is filled with restaurants and food vendors. Finding food here is easy and cheap. When compared to Surabaya, the cost of living in Jember is relatively cheap.

I grabbed a packet of fried rice and took the elevator. The apartment was pretty quiet. It looks like the concept of residential in the form of a stacking house is less many of its fans in Jember. People still prefer the concept of a conventional home, so many apartment owners rent their apartments on a daily or monthly basis.

If I'm private, I'd rather live in an apartment. Other than more privacy, I also don't need to think about making small talk with the left-right occupant.

***

"Bi, is it nyampe?"

"It."

"Again what?"

"Eat."

"Eat what?"

"Nasgor."

"Sure to get sick again?"

"Hem."

"What'd you run out of this?"

"Related."

"You're still sprained, Bi?"

"Not really."

"If not sprained, go home dong, Bi. Papa is sick."

"There's you guarding. It was Nad. I'll go ahead."

I turned off that voice call. The appetite is gone. Hot fried rice with chili slices on it no longer attracts interest.

It is not recommended to receive calls at mealtime. Especially if the caller is a factor X. Her name is Nadya Yasmin. One of the reasons I got stranded in this small town. It started three months ago.

***