Your Cold CEO belongs to me
Learning to be CEO
"Hi Boss."
"For the Boss."
"It's very, very boss."
"What do you want to drink, boss?"
"Have you had breakfast, boss?"
Various greetings greeted Jonathan from the lobby until he reached his brother's room, making his nose expand and deflate repeatedly.
"Jo, to the meeting room!" Not one second pan*tatnya enjoy the soft CEO chair, his papa contacted through intercom.
"Damnaiish!" Jonathan complained resentfully, with Jonathan's heavy steps weaving his way towards the large meeting room on the same floor.
"Excuse me," said Jonathan as he opened the meeting room door.
The smile that he prepared earlier, receded when he saw the flat and stiff face of the board of directors and officers of his Papa company. But at least his eyes were slightly bright seeing the pretty faces and sweet smiles of the directors secretaries.
The meeting started as soon as he sat down beside his papa. This morning, I presided over a meeting of the marketing department. Pak Beni's business in the field of housing development, is growing rapidly and plans to develop wings in the hospitality business.
Jonathan tried hard to resist sleepiness and a strong desire to yawn, as all eyes were on his talking papa. Automatic he who sits next to it, will also be very clearly visible motion.
Repeatedly Jonathan nodded his head as if he understood what was being said in the meeting. His forehead was furrowed indicating he was thinking hard, even though one topic was nothing he understood.
"If, according to Father Jonathan how?" ask a director with a thick mustache.
"He? what's?" His face that looked as if he understood and thought hard, suddenly turned cengo.
"Pffffttt ...." Sounds of laughter were heard inside the meeting room.
"I agree" said Jonathan.
"So Mr Jonathan agreed the construction of the Mariposa Hotel was postponed until next year?"
"Did? not that," Jonathan said quickly. The sound of laughter in the room was becoming clearer.
"You don't just talk in front of them!" exclaimed his papa when they were the two in Alex's room. Jonathan just looked down in front of his papa.
"They are always looking for loopholes in our weakness to remove our family from the ranks of shareholders" he continued.
"Sorry, I thought I was still talking about adding a house unit in the Village Grass, yes I agree."
"Cursed you! that's the first topic, you were asked in the fifth topic discussion."
"Moy, bring all catalogues, brochures, offers, cooperation letters, tender submissions, and company profile companies from five years ago to the most recent," papa orders Alex's secretary through intercom.
It wasn't long before Cimoy walked in with a pile of files in his arms.
"Put it there." Papa pointed to the oval table that Alex used to use for small meetings in his room.
It turned out that Cimoy not only once entered the room, the secretary bahenol more than 10 times mundar mandir put a stack of files on the table.
"Papa give you a week to learn all this."
"I? studying??"
"Why?"
"Duh, Pa please, papa can tell me anything. Pijetin Papa in the office if tired can I, or replace papa signature if his hand pegel may also, but please do not ask to learn again," bargained Jonathan.
"Add some ngawur! you think the campus can sign autographs?!"
"Now sitting quietly here for a week, you must be able to master all areas of our business" papa ordered. After that he immediately stepped out of the room, leaving Jonathan looking resignedly at a stack of papers on the table.
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My first work is finished. Has anyone stopped by here yet?
