Why Different?

Professional

The issue of cookies and the queen bee has been completely forgotten when Juan again began his activities in the office. The way he looked at Moana was instantly changed, as pure as he looked at his other co-workers. There was no aggravation left over the woman's reluctance to visit her home last night, there was only professionalism when they were sitting together in the company cafeteria, enjoying lunch.

“Lo's still busy koas huh, Ju?” Galih asked after feeding the rice into the mouth.

Juan nodded, not intending to answer through the sentence because he was busy chewing. After all, Zahira had just sent him a message, so replying to the message of his love was clearly more important than having to serve Galih who was somehow going where the conversation was going.

“Busy, dong? How communications? It's hard for sure, huh?”

Finicky. Juan wanted to let it go, but he held it off desperately. Finally, having finished replying to the message that Zahira sent and he knew the woman would not reply anytime soon, Juan was willing to look at Galih sitting across.

“Communication is safe, really. Everywhere, whose name is busy is just an excuse, if I am important, Zahira will always find time for my love of news. And yeah, he just had a chat I was just ngingetin for lunch because he knew I had a maag.” Do not intend to show off affection to Galih who is acute singles, but when asked, yes, Juan just say as it is.

Being so sampled, Galih thumped. Though he himself who provoked the chat to get there. Well, that's how friends are. Sometimes motherfuckers, sometimes assholes. “Yes, yes, the most couple goals.” He said it with a little bit of a sewer.

It's magical that Juan cares. The next reason the man did was to swallow his drinking water, then hurriedly rise up like he was being chased by a deadline. Of course not, the rest hours are still many and they are not being hunted by any deadline. In fact, they have just celebrated the success of their last successful project. Juan just did not want to linger in the cafeteria that began to feel crowded.

“Gue wants to go to the next division, take a nap.” Pamphitt.

“Enak really ya liv, can nap.” Again Galih sneered.

Juan chuckled, “Lo can also if you want. Udah ah, I unplug.” A pat docked on Galih's shoulder, then Juan darted away after giving the code to Moana using an eye gaze.

Not some weird code, just some sort of parting phrase that was too lazy for him to say.

“As it is, it is time to give up, Mo.” The unsolicited advice darted out from the lips of the calamity, without manners.

Moana who was watching Juan walking away finally turned her head. With a flat look, the woman said. “As long as the yellow janur has not curved, it can still be stabbed.” Then he fed the rice again into his mouth, completely ignoring the head and all the flakes that came out of the lips of Galih After.

Eclessia Moana is a stubborn man. He can always get what he wants, either for free or even have to spend extra effort. Clearly, he is a follower of the principle of ‘I want it, I get it’. So as he said, before Juan and his other religious girlfriend were officially married, he would not give up.

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One thing that makes Juan worthy of a standing ovation for a Reno Irvansyah is the man's dedication to his unkempt work. Although starting from the compulsion because the company is faltering and he inevitably has to be willing to be appointed as one of the officials who hold an important role, the man was still able to prove that there was a strong reason why he was chosen. Not just because he is a subsidiary owner of the company, but really because he has competence.

While the employees under his leadership were enjoying lunch while gossiping about it, Juan found Reno still in his study, struggling with various types of contract files that are increasing every day.

There was no lunch box around his desk. There is only one Amerino cup left with only a few pieces of ice cubes. The concentrated liquid was already toilet, moving into the stomach of Reno which was not yet filled with food. This morning, the man had no breakfast.

“Eat first can time, bestie.” Juan said in a joking tone.

Reno did not raise her head, she only took out two fingers that she made form the letter O as a sign that she heard Juan's words and would do what the man said, later.

Curious enough about the contract file that looks to give Reno a headache, Juan moved closer. He shifted to the side of Reno's work chair, slightly bending over to take a peek at the contract. “La Belleza?” Juan muttering. “Company where Clarissa works, right?” he glanced towards Reno.

The one asked nodded, still looking focused on reading the row of sentences listed in the contract file.

“We have cooperation again?” ask Juan again.

“There. Make up a new make up product. We have a model from her company.”

So that's the point of the problem. Again the problem that can always make Reno a headache is never far from what is called Clarissa. Even to the business of work, the woman is still the winner.

“There's a problem?” ask Juan. Perhaps he could help his estranged cousin.

“Budget we are a bit not in to take the model that is loved by Clarissa. There is another model option, but the criteria do not enter the same concept we.” Reno explained.

Juan does not really understand about the project budget because he and his team are responsible for digital marketing. The business of recruiting models and their pay is indeed handled directly by Reno and related teams under his auspices.

“Then use money pri—“

“Nope.” Reno interrupted. The contract file that he had been following had finally closed as well, he put it back on the table. “Kayak does not know how Clarissa. If the child knows there's our personal money out to pay for models, there he'll be a shred."

“Yes yes too, anyway. How to?”

“At most later I'm the same team trying to discuss again the same side of their management. It should still be able to find the middle ground, anyway. Launching the product is also still a month away, there is still time.”

Juan mangosteen alone, because it turns out he can not help much. The good news is, both Reno and Clarissa can both be professional if it's a matter of work. Otherwise, I don't know how many injuries Clarissa will suffer every time they are involved in a debate about a project that is being handled together.

"Yes, you eat first, then think again. I'm gonna sleep here, ya, jerk." Said Juan, then walked back and immediately lay down on the long sofa without waiting for approval from the owner of the room.

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