Why Should I..?.!?

89. Carla's Arrival.

The atmosphere of the day break was so crowded. Employees flocked to the canteen to get their lunch rations.

"Kia, have you seen our president yet?" Ike asked as they enjoyed lunch together.

"Udah at a glance, but.kayaknya familiar ya. kayak never met, but I forget where.." Kia replied as she fed the rice to her mouth.

"Ah you mah every handsome guy must also say he's seen." Tukas Ira while drinking iced tea sweet order.

"Eh he's been abroad all this time, keep coming this time, so where maybe you've met..." Inda speculated.

"Yes, yes, too...."

I actually forgot where I had met. Why do I not remember? Inner Kia.

Meanwhile in the room. Anya was happy when she got the news that her sister and mother had now been discharged from the hospital.

They stayed at Aunt Mina's house because their house had been confiscated by Alm's wife. Juragan Warno's. The mounting debt and interest resulted in them no longer being able to pay the debt so that the house was the only property guaranteed by Anya's father before the accident occurred.

Meanwhile, at an airport in the city of G, a beautiful woman with perfect body goals is the center of attention. He walked leisurely as if enjoying the adoring gazes of those around him.

"Miss Carla's. Please..." Sapa a driver while opening the back door for the lady.

"Go to Daddy's factory..." Carla smiled faintly, then got into her car.

Drrr...Drrrttt

Daddy is calling.

"Yes Dad, Ala has arrived, now go straight to Daddy's place." Answer Carla without further ado.

Hmmm I wonder how the look of a young president? Is he better looking than Bram? Or hotter than Nicho? Inner Carla.

Half an hour later Carla arrived. He walked into the office lobby confidently as if this was his father's office.

"Good day, can we help you, miss?" Greet a receptionist kindly.

"I want to see Daddy. Where's room?" Carla asked in a slightly haughty tone.

"I'm sorry on whose behalf? And your Daddy's name is Miss?" Ask the receptionist in a friendly tone.

"My name is Carla, and you know Mr. Smith's? He's my Daddy.." Carla replied in fluent English, making the receptionist sigh in patience.

Patience. Patience. Patience. Think of it as a reward, stay relaxed, relax, let this beautiful lady pass and then all in the care of assistant Mr. Kris. Fuh fuh fuh. Inner the receptionist.

"of courses. Miss please go up to the second floor, Mr. Smith is still meeting with our president in his room." The receptionist replied with a forced smile on her lips.

"Okay.." Carla immediately breezed away going up to the second floor. Leaving the receptionist who was now grumbling was annoyed by his attitude.

"Who Ta? Hot really" Tanya Agung, the head of the warehouse division who often wara-wiri check the supply of raw material delivery.

"That's Mr. Smiths. Beautiful, sexy, rich, seemingly sintered, but dear attitude zero, huuffftt..." The receptionist muttered after seeing Carla disappear behind the elevator.

"Lu langli? Don't value it carelessly.." Cibir Agung while signing a road letter file some new raw materials arrive.

"Len? Helloo.nganan aja sir, a waste of energy just use ngiri same model girls so." Kill the receptionist as he glances towards Agung.

"Well.whatever you want, I unplug it first. Uh later if there's Esther ma'am, please give this to her." Pamit Agung after putting a shipping document on the table.

Everywhere guys are the same, always look at the girl from the cover. Inner the receptionist.

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"Thanks.."

"Hello my little queen..how was your trip?" Greet Mr. Smith when Carla showed up.

"Very nice Dad's.." Carla sprang into the father's arms, kissed the left-right cheek, then answered his question cheerfully.

"It turns out Miss Carla is prettier than her picture..." Praise the assistant while gently nudging the president's arm.

It's so hot. Tall, white, sexy, contained, beautiful, smart, rich, duhh what's the drawback? How much more, especially the size of his chest. Inner the assistant.

While the president only glanced at a glance, and still focused on reading the documents of cooperation between their companies.

"really? Are you stalking my ig?!" Said Carla in a coquettish tone.

"Haha. It seems you are indeed smart miss, since Mr. Smith said the project this time his daughter will handle, then I automatically want to know how the figure of the little queen of Mr. Smith is right." Answer the assistant in her cassanova style.

"Don't just appearance, performance is also dong. And this.definitely the young president who had viral it right.." Carla diverts the conversation.

"Welcome to one of our factories, miss. Just call me Krishna." Said the president as he extended his right hand towards Carla.

Carla not only welcomes the helping hand of Krishna, but immediately withdraws, hugging and then intending to flip-chipiki at will.

Treeet, bug.

The president reflexed backwards, then stretched the back of his palm onto Carla's face.

"Sorry miss, our president is against coming into contact with just anyone, especially the new ones." Said the assistant while keeping Carla away from the president.

"Oh. Okay. " Answer Carla stiffly. Didn't expect if the talk of the Daddy turned out to be true.

Damnit. It turns out he was like a god. Handsome but untouchable. Inner Carla.

"Please sit down, lady, let's discuss this project..." Said the president with a flat face, not caring about the expression of Carla who was now getting upset and curious.

"All right......" Answer Carla.

Huh. Just look later, you will bend your knees in front of me like other guys who initially jaim really in front of me. Inner Carla.

They then had a serious conversation. Until lunch time arrives.

"Master, miss, let's have lunch together. Ah yeah.. Miss doesn't mind if we eat in this office cafeteria?" The assistant took the initiative to invite food, so that this cooperation runs more smoothly and profitably.

"No, I can eat anywhere as long as it's clean." Carla replied while packing her equipment into the bag.

"alright.. Please follow me.." The assistant then led the way.

As it descended almost all the men looked in amazement at Carla's figure. Many of them were just looking at him.

"Who the hell? Very clear..''

"Crazy bro, make it hot cold..''

"Sexy man.. Front back steady.."

Such were some of their comments when Carla and the troupe had passed.

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