THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 134. AMRAN HUMILIATED

“Master, as you have predicted, Mr. Amran has sent an email to all the board of directors for the meeting this afternoon.” Frans told Verrel.

“Good! He is very predictable.  Go with my wife, but remember to tighten up all the escorts. Everything has to go according to plan. We'll see how they'll face my wife.” Verrel's smile expands.

“Hai, darling. I'm all set.  How do I look?” tanya Deandra who this morning wears a green canal suit and black blazer.  Her long black hair was styled, her appearance was very beautiful.

“Hmm..you are so beautiful dear. I'm jealous,”

“Already, Verrel! I'm pregnant again, there won't be any female lyrics like this,”

Frans could only bite his lower lip to see a husband and wife who were busy arguing about clothes.  Verrel has repeatedly told Deandra to change clothes because it is too beautiful.

“Suaply I should take over the leadership of Ceyhan Group. The position is still empty, it seems like luck is indeed on my side,” said Amran in dialogue with himself. It's been three weeks since there's been no news of Verrel.  I'd better have an impromptu meeting with the board of directors.  He grabbed his cell phone and contacted his secretary to arrange a meeting schedule.

Since Verrel was declared missing without any news to date, no meeting has been held to discuss leadership at Ceyhan Group.  Amran, who has sent emails to all the board of directors to hold meetings, actually raises a question mark.

That afternoon the atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly had a commotion.  The board of directors asked each other about the sudden meeting, whispers among those present talking about the meeting. The meeting room door opened, and Amran and his secretary entered the room with documents.  All those present instantly fell silent waiting for the secretary who soon stood up holding a document in his hand.

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The main lobby of the Ceyhan Group office building, luxury cars stop right in front of the main door.  Frans opened the door, looking a beautiful woman down elegantly, all the employees immediately stood in line to welcome the great mistress.  They bowed the body of a sign of respect.  Twenty bodyguards took care of Deandra. The director's special elevator opened and they went into the upper floor.

“Is madam nervous?” frans asked Deandra.

“Slightly. It’s ok. I can handle it,” replied Deandra.  It is his mission to save the company and his family.

“Remember ya Frans! You should serve your punishment. Staying in the pavilion for a week should not meet Rosa and get in touch with Rosa. If I find you stealing contact him then your sentence is extended and your salary is cut in half.”

Gluey! Gawat, Madame Boss is more ruthless than Mister, his grimace.

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“Good day and greetings to all the board of directors that I respect. Thank you for your presence at noon today.  Our agenda today is to announce the replacement of the leadership at Ceyhan Group.  In connection with the absence of news about the existence of Mr. Verrel and the leadership vacuum in the company is very influential on the stability of the company which resulted in the stock price dropped dramatically.”

The atmosphere filled the meeting room.  Most of them seem unhappy with what they hear. Secretary Amran tried to calm down all those present.

“It is here that I announce that Mr. Amran Ceyhan as the second largest shareholder in the company will take over the position of CEO starting from today onwards, he said in a firm voice.  One of the members of the council raised his hand.

*Nih author for the visual Mr. Amran Ceyhan

“Please Mr. Dawn. Is there anything to ask?”

The words of Mr. Fajar lagsung got a good response from the other members of the council, there were only three people who disagreed and had been ascertained who they were.

“What do you mean say so Mr Dawn?” Amran stared dislikefully as Mr. Dawn was the most loyal to Verrel and Yahya.

“Begini, mean sa--”

Coinciding with the meeting room door opened violently making everyone turn their heads and immediately stand to see the arrival of the Great Mistress.  The woman in the green channel suit with a black blazer walked into the room with a sharp look towards Amran.  Deandra stood up haughtily and looked at everyone present.  “I declare that this meeting is not valid without my presence and also my husband who is CEO in this company.  My husband is in treatment.  Great people who dare to hold meetings of the board of directors without my permission!” deandra said firmly while looking at Amran who is now wide-eyed facing his daughter-in-law who looks scary. This woman turns out to be scarier than that damn child, Amran grumbled.

Suddenly the boisterous atmosphere returned because everyone was shocked to hear the news.  Amran froze and could not move in place.  His eyes met with the eyes of Deandra who looked at him sharply like a sword that was ready to dismember his body. The woman's hand stroked her stomach with her face looking haughtily at Amran.  Deandra showed her position in the company and also as the Big Lady in the Ceyhan family.

“Mr Verrel is still alive?”

“True. My husband Verrel Aditya Ceyhan is alive and undergoing treatment. So for a while Frans and I will run the company until my husband recovers and returns to the company,” Deandra explained. “I will play a video recording of my husband's statement recorded before I leave.”  Frans turned on the Android Interactive Led TV, which now features Verrel lying in bed with an infusion hose and other medical devices nearby.

The members of the board of directors present smiled happily and whispered while staring at Amran cynically.  One of the members raised his hand.

“Do you have anything to ask, Sir?”

“Sorry, Mistress. Given the condition of the mistress who is pregnant, is the mistress sure she can take care of a company of this size? I'm just worried about Madam.”

“Thank You Sir. I will be assisted by Mr. Frans because soon I will give birth. My husband and I can monitor the company from home. I beg the cooperation of my father and mother for the sake of this company.” said Deandra smiled sweetly.

Everyone present in the room nodded.  They didn't like Amran much less about his affair twenty-six years ago. And the case of his son Rico is embarrassing.

“One more thing I want to say. Just a reminder that my grandfather's Hutama Group owns a large stake in Ceyhan Group. If my shares and my husband's shares are merged, I think it is very inappropriate if there are people who want to take over the reins of the leadership of this company without my permission.” said Deandra glanced sharply at Amran.  Everyone also looked at Amran sharply as if judging the arrogant and greedy attitude of the man.

“Betul. I agree.” Those whispers sound clearly siding with Deandra. “Moreover if the person doesn't even know anything about his child.  More precisely no matter, without trying to find his son or worry about him, he is more thinking about taking over the company.” With arrogance Deandra tore apart Amran's pride in front of everyone who now looked at Amran with anger and hatred.  When the meeting was dissolved, Amran accidentally was in an elevator with Deandra who deliberately chased after him. The elevator felt stuffy and hot, Amran felt uncomfortable with the existence of Deandra there.

“I warn you, Sir. Never bother my family. I am Deandra Ailsie Hutama Ceyhan, the legal wife of Verrel Aditya Ceyhan who is equal to my husband. Don't even think you can touch the treasures of the Ceyhan family! My son is the rightful heir and successor of the Ceyhan family,” he said firmly while stroking his distended stomach.  Immediately Amran's knees shook, for some reason he felt the strong aura of the woman in front of him that made him short of breath. “You better take care of your son! My business with him is not finished! He already dared to touch me, then I will destroy him!”

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