The Marrying Bet

Meet Mr. Roy

Viceroy stared at the faces that seemed tense when leading an impromptu meeting related to the problems that befell the company. A little while ago he got word that ten of the twenty-five ships contracted by his client were in danger of being downed or temporarily suspended due to the findings of the client's auditor. Mr. Satria, as the operations manager has explained the details of the problem, he has also provided several solutions, which of course must spend more on the project.

Viceroy massaged the back of his neck, a unit of the fleet that was in breakdown would be subject to a penalty worth almost 750 million per day. Ten units of the fleet must be penalized as much as 7.5 billion per day. Naturally Viceroy raged incoherently.

"Close an internal investigation immediately, do not let the client know, and resolve the problem as soon as possible! In the future I don't want the same problem repeated!" viceroy said, still with anger controlling him.

"Please pay more attention to everyone's performance! Don't wash your hands! What's the matter again?!" viceroy asked everyone who still looked tense after hearing his constant raging.

Ozy frowned, staring at the many times Wati who was glaring at him. Ozy really does not believe, he has to apply for the boss's private tax recapitulation payment.

"Dear, this big boss is so rich, yes," Ozy said. "Pay this much tax?!" comment Ozy.

"If the problem is rich anyway, no need to ask again! Can have a company of this size with total assets of wealth as much as that, you can certainly calculate his own wealth, well, maybe when there is free time, you can try to calculate the wealth of Mr. Roy," said Wati. 

"Wow, what a lack of work, I have to calculate the total wealth of Mr. Roy" said Ozy.

"Sir Roy is so cool, so handsome, and so rich in treasure, if not all that, so perfect!" fika said praising. 

"Haha, what handsome Mr. Roy is that until you praise him like that?!" ask Ozy.

"Eat him Ozy, today you have to face directly to Mr. Roy! Don't run away like that!" wati Ancam.

"Oh, Ma'am Wati, I'm a sensitive man, just hear the lightning, my heart is pounding!" said Ozy.

"Ozy's! Think of it as a mental test!" Wati smiled cunningly.

"What if I get bitten by Mr. Roy?" Ozy shaking.

"Sir Roy, don't bite, just mutilate you! Quickly line up to the front of the room!" wati Command.

...*****...

Ozy with a heavy heart began to queue in front of the room Mr. Roy who until now had never met him. Of course, because important people are difficult to meet. The atmosphere in front of Mr. Roy's room was very quiet, only the sound of finger-typing combined with the keyboard. The employees who work around the room Mr. Roy is indeed required to work quietly. Even to receive the phone is required to make the lowest possible sound so as not to disturb the calm.

Ozy recited all the prayers he memorized, including the meal prayer and the bedtime prayer. Employees as level as a manager can be completely silent Mr. Roy, especially Ozy, who has only been working for a month. He can not avoid again, if you do not remember having to pay the remaining installment of his car four years, Ozy really chose to leave. It's free a big paycheck but it turns out the boss is like a monster.

Seen other employees chuckle to see the behavior of Ozy who commited with a trembling body. Many times the man went to the toilet while waiting for the queue. Ozy was really scared, what if suddenly he had a heart attack because of a tantrum from Mr. Roy?

Ozy is not ready to die in a virgin state, should he call Santika and tell her his true feelings?

How willing he was to credit the car for five years so that he could take Santika and pick her up wherever she wanted to go without rain and heat. Should be Mas Handsome, Vara's husband also bought a car, so that Vara, his friend was not rained, overheated, and catch a cold because of riding a motorcycle. 

Ozy's turn finally arrived, he immediately knocked on Mr. Roy's office door. Ozy took off his shoes, because everyone did the same before entering Mr. Roy's room.

Ozy was stunned, because the fur carpet he stepped on was indeed a pity to be stepped on. Ozy stared at the biggest room in the building. The room with black and white shades that really look masculine.

"Sir Roy, may I come in?" asked Ozy standing in the doorway.

Ozy caught a tall man in a black suit who was standing behind Ozy. The man looked as if he was looking for something from a glass cabinet containing documents. Ozy's stunned, is this boss a model? His sturdy back stole Ozy's attention. 

"Please" said the man, without looking at Ozy.

Ozy immediately sat in a chair in front of an L-shaped desk, with two large computer monitors on one side, and a stack of documents that filled the other side of the table.

Ozy could smell the fragrance of perfume so masculine it filled the room. I don't know why he felt so familiar with the smell. He forgot where he had kissed her.

"What's wrong?" ask the man again to make Ozy's daydreams fall away.

"Sir, sir, I'd like to make an estimate of the payment of the tax!" ozy said stammering.

"Tax? Didn't I pay?!" the man was heard raising his voice half an octave, making Ozy gasp in shock.

"Which tax haven't I paid yet?!"

The man twisted his body, looking towards Ozy. Ozy gaped, he even forgot how to shut his mouth. Even so the man who was looking at Ozy with a sharp look.