Why Should I..?.!?

82. Dramaism.

Vita walked into her study with a little fret. Because he saw the man who reprimanded him just came out of the room of his superior.

"Vita's. Go to my room for a moment.'' The intercom voice suddenly made Vita almost jumped in shock.

He slowly normalized his heartbeat, tidied up a little of his makeup, then stepped out toward his superior room.

"He sir. Is there anything you need again? For a meeting with Mr. Kris and Mr. William at three in the afternoon at the KV hotel." Vita said with a fairly calm intonation as usual.

"none. You can come with me later, right? The material later about our branch's financial growth cycle report, I think you're more competent to deliver." Said Mr. Vishnu, Vita's superior.

"Could sir. Then I prepare the files first. Excuse me." Vita immediately breezed away after getting a nod from Mr. Vishnu.

"Wait."

Vita stopped, then turned to look at Mr. Vishnu before opening the exit handle.

"I-yes sir." Vita reflex stuttered.

Well.don't get caught now, please.gue still want to work here. Inner Vita.

"Replace your skirt with a longer one or just wear pants, lest you later complain to our assistant president." Said Mr. Vishnu flat without turning towards Vita.

"Good sir." Reply Vita with a cengo face. Not expecting if the appearance that he thought was perfect enough, the boss was considered to be a complaint for their young assistant president.

Jeez...this wants a meeting what do you want a fashion show? Wear rated all. Besides, what assistant is the president's wife anyway?, everything commented on, in fact, must be this way. Hufff. Inner Vita.

Meanwhile in the lobby of the KV hotel, several media crews swarm over a beautiful woman who just got off her luxury car.

Wearing a twelve centimeter red high heels as well as a red tight dress attached to her sexy body, she stepped up so gracefully and confidently. Sunglasses do not forget to always perch on her charming sharp nose.

He breezed into the hotel amid the bodyguards surrounding him, and only smiled faintly without answering any questions the reporters asked him.

"Welcome Miss Carla. This is the key to the room that Miss ordered." Said the receptionist kindly welcoming the beautiful woman.

"Thanks.." Reply to the woman while taking the keys to her room.

"Mmm..nona, may I have a photo for a moment?" Pinta receptionist with doubt.

"Just one, okay." Reply to the woman with a slight hint of carelessness.

The receptionist quickly took one photo with her phone camera, then thanked her with happy sparkling eyes.

Oh, my God.gue, Miss Carla is really pretty. More beautiful than her photo. Batin the receptionist of the KV hotel.

"Ekhemm.please keep Miss Carla's room number secret on all the media." Said one of Carla's bodyguards firmly, to disperse the entranced gaze of the hotel receptionist.

"Good sir." Reply to the receptionist in a professional tone. He even smiled broadly until the bodyguard disappeared behind the closed elevator door.

"Jen, why are we even going to this hotel anyway? Males I met a reporter like that.." Carla complained while throwing her luxury bag carelessly.

"Ssttt.don't be hard, this is papa's order. Soon there will be a young president of HG Corp who will be meeting here, so you have to look maximal and make him captivated by you." Replied Jena, the assistant who was none other than her own biological sister.

"Really's? That viral handsome president? Hmm papa emang the best, I know how I taste.." Carla said with a happy smile.

"But what about Hans?" Jena asked a little scared.

''Hans? As easy as it can be to set, he's dead love as I am. If the young president failed me dapetin, yes the same Hans also let's just." Carla replied with a sardonic smile.

"Avery much.but not a pretty sister anyway, so it's only natural that later contested the same two handsome and superrich guys. Wahhh must be viral, can make your popularity increase." Jena said with sparkling eyes.

"Well that's you pinter now. Let's help me get ready. We brought the young president to his knees in front of me. Haha." Carla said confidently.

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"dance, Devi. Remember the rule, don't talk if Mr. Kris doesn't ask, don't be coquettish, and don't dress too openly." Sir Vishnu reminded.

"Oh om...ini Devi already wear pants same blazer, cook is still considered open?" Protests Devi who is the nephew of Vishnu sir.

"Don't call me, remember to be professional." Tukas Pak Vishnu with an annoyed look.

"Sir, this is the file you need, and this is the material we need to convey." Said Vita while handing over the file to the hand of Vishnu sir and also Devi.

"Ready brother...." Devi said enthusiastically.

In a black sports car. The president kept watching Carla's arrival. He judges with jelly, attitude and appearance of Carla and her assistant are quite similar.

"Pras why is Carla and her assistant a little similar?" Ask the president to his assistant.

"Like it, she's his real sister." Pras replied flatly without turning his head, he was busy with a laptop on his lap.

"Sir Vishnu and Willian are waiting for us at the restaurant, so when do we get off?", asked the president.

"Awhile more. Brother Vero said when Carla entered the restaurant, we showed up and charmed her, if she said hello, you pretended not to know who she was, okay?" Pras obviously closed his laptop.

"Okay. My brother is more like a director than a businesswomen." Murmured the president while smiling smirk.

"Ready? Carla's the entrance to the resto we're headed for." Pras then opened the car door.

He came out, turned around and opened the door of the president.

"Zaki, stay beside our president and let's play this drama. Hehe.." Pras told one of his guards.

"Ready sir." Replied the bodyguard while handing the sunglasses to the president.

The president walked out, then stepped slowly followed by his assistant and bodyguard.

Sayup-sayup was heard by the women who praised the good looks of the young president. Some even take pictures with their respective cell phone cameras.

"Carla's on the table left number thirteen." Whisper the assistant in between their journey.

The guard then flipped the door of the restaurant. And the president walked straight with dignity, without a smile also without answering the greeting of the waiters who welcomed their arrival.

"God...That brother is a handsome young president...." Said Jena unconsciously standing while looking in admiration at the figure who had just passed through the entrance of the restaurant.

".........."

Carla didn't reply. He himself was fascinated by the figure of the president and reflexes slightly gaping, also watching with a look adoring without blinking in the direction where now the president walked like a slow motion that passed through him.

Oh my God he's absolutely perfect, a great fit to be my life partner. I have to get him. Must. Inner Carla.

"Wait.!" Carla cried suddenly, to make the attention of some people turn towards him.

"Yes. Why miss?" The assistant president turned his head, then greeted Carla. While the president still walked to the area in the restaurant that was designed to have enough privacy to be used as a meeting place.

"Emmm... Can I meet the president tomorrow? I have something to say." Carla said with confidence.

"Sorry lady, our president is very busy. If you want to meet please miss call our office secretary number." Answer the assistant firmly.

"You know who I am? I am Carla Cinciana, daughter of CEO of PT. CJ Star, how is it?" Said Carla with her arrogant tone.

"Daughter Mr. Smith's? Well..if so I will tell Mr. Kris first, then we will call miss back." Said the assistant pretending to be surprised while smiling smirk.

"alright. Jen give me my business card."

"Ready. This is brother." Jena swiftly took out her brother's business card and handed it to the hand of the assistant president.

"Then, excuse me..." Said the assistant then turned around following the president.

"Sister.soso sure you want to be with the president earlier? It's cold, don't go to my sister at all." Jena said after seeing the assistant president enter the area in the restaurant.

"That's exactly Jen's challenge. He didn't glance at any of the women here, so he would definitely fall into my hands when he saw the beauty and perfection of my body." Carla said with a smile happy to imagine all her words will happen soon.

"Well..all right.hopefully it works brother..." Jena then called the waiters and started ordering her food.

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