Melancholic CEO
Chapter 23: Tech Savvy
"What does that mean?" again Chayra and Rhea asked in unison.
"Based on the KBBI or the big Indonesian dictionary, the definition of a trait or trait or behavior is an individual's response or reaction to stimuli or the environment" Damon explained.
"That's what we know, "sting Rhea. "What is melancholy?"
"Melancholy is a person who has introverted nature, likes music, perfectionists, detail, calculating, interpersonal intelligent, neat public speaking...." Damon.
"Gee.." Chayra and Rhea looked at each other.
"No wonder, the tech world is growing so fast so fast," Rhea argues . "His owner is a perfectionist" he added in admiration.
"It must be terrible to have a boss like that" Chayra thought. Fortunately, the boss of the cafe is relaxed and understanding.
"You say, CEO Rakhan likes music, what kind of music?" asked Rhea to know.
Damon looked at Chayra.
Huh, start again, grunts Rhea. If Damon is human, I'll curse him to stone, he grunted again.
"Just do it" pinta Chayra jaded. He was tired of being an intermediary.
"From various photos and videos, CEO Rakhan seems to like a classic melodic lover. She and Miss Blossom went to concert halls several times in different countries. Been to Symphony Hall in Boston, United States, Kanzerthaus in Berlin, Germany, musikverein in Vienna, Austria..."
"Favorite song," cut Rhea impatiently. He doesn't like to imagine CEO Rakhan with other women. Even though she was his ex.
Damon looked at Chayra.
Chayra nodded her head, signaling to follow Rhea's words.
"Serenade no 13 for strings on G major or W.A's Eine kleine Nachtmusic. Mozart, Fantaise impromtu in C# minor op 6.6 which is Chopin's solo piano creation..."
"Wow," Rhea patted her forehead. "The taste of the music is terrible" he murmured in a frustrated tone.
Pfft...Chayra shut her mouth. Trying to hold back the laughter that almost came out. He could not imagine Rhea sitting sweetly listening to that classical music. Rhea is a true EDM music lover. Skrillex is his idol artist.
EDM music stands for Electronic Dance Music which is produced by disc jokey by using remix techniques to produce new rhythms.
"Maybe you should learn to listen to that music" Chayra suggested grinning.
"You're right, Ra," Rhea nodded in agreement. "I'm going to replace the EDM music on my Deeze account with classical music" he continued, stepping into the room.
A minute later, there was classical music streaming from the MP5 video player from the room.
"The title, Eine kleine Nachtmusik," Damon tells.
Chayra grimacing. Wry . He was just talking about it. But Rhea took it seriously. Now he must listen .
Even into the night, classical music continues to play non-stop. And Damon kept telling her every song title that came out of that MP5.
"The title is Bagatelle No 25 in A major or Fur Elise, a symphony by Beethoven, ", Damon said as Chayra was about to enter the room.
Chayra just nodded. Had there been no Damon, he would have slept on the sofa in the living room. Even if Damon is a robot, he still feels uncomfortable.
"Don't forget to turn off the lights" Chayra said . " You also turn off the power" he said before closing the door.
"Well, princess," nods Damon. He immediately turned off the light switch. Instantly the room inside the apartment was pitch black.
Then Damon sat down on the couch, then turned off his own power.
"Had gone to sleep" heeded Reindra while releasing his eyes from the binocular binoculars that had been stuck in both his eyeballs.
Almost all day the binoculars were faithfully stuck in his eyes. Pak Taksa advised not to let your guard down. The existence of the girl who lives in the apartment building opposite , must continue to be monitored.
He put the binoculars on the nightstand under the window. Then he picked up the cell phone next to him.
He should call the CEO.
"It's been sleeping, CEO," Reindra reported.
"Yes, tomorrow you're back following him from the morning" CEO Rakhan ordered
Reindra put her cell phone back on the nightstand.Then she laid her body on the bed.
Reindra's eyes stared at the ceiling of the room with a raging feeling.
He's been working at World Tech, ever since the company was founded, five years ago. Since then he has been listed as a security guard. But why is his job now turning into a stalker? A stakeout? Then who's the girl that was the target of the reconnaissance? That girl looks like a good girl.
"Don't ask too many questions, just do it!" taxa orders when assigning him. "Just ask me again you will move to Somalia" Taksa threatened.
Somalia? Reindra shudders. Who wants to be moved there? Especially if he just got married. Just week. Still new waiter.
Ah, Reindra sighed. Remember the wife. He wants to call. But, he recalled again the message of Taksa.
Can't call, can't tell about this apartment. Let's just say you have an official assignment to accompany the CEO out of town. If you break, be ready for Somalia!
A very scary threat.
If only I could bring my wife here, Reindra sighed crazily. This bed is too soft to sleep alone. The bathroom was too big to shower on its own. His passion as a new bride must be pendam, not until when.
Finally Reindra fell asleep while hugging tightly bolted as a substitute for his wife.
About hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, in a house on the edge of the city, a group of muscular men barged into it.
They found all the items in the house were scattered on the floor.
"It seems like someone is ahead of us, Boss," said one of the muscular men standing behind him.
"Find on, who knows there's still something to be found," replied the man called the boss.
"Ready!" the man nodded.
"We found a delivery receipt tucked under door 'Boss" a man reported from near the entrance. He gave the piece of paper he found to the Boss.
"The name of the delivery service, No resi, the name and address are already in the scribble, all that is left is the destination city," his boss sighed as he observed the paper in his hand. "Call Lio, get him in with the laptop in the car" he ordered the man who gave him the delivery receipt.
"Good, Boss," said the man.
Not long after, a tall, serious-faced man walked in with a laptop. He put the laptop on the table in the living room.The only, intact furniture stands.
Without saying much, the man opened the laptop and went straight into the windows 10 program. Initiating hacking.
"How's lio?" ask Boss. He sat down on the floor next to Lio.
"I've got into all the delivery service computer systems, boss. No one delivered the goods to Jakarta at that hour. Except A.R Expeditions. I couldn't hack his system, his password was too strong and the login limit was only 4 times" Lio reported. He scratched the curly hair. Baffled. " Other than us, we tried to hack the A.R, but it failed, boss" he said
"Who?" ask the boss to know.
"World Tech, Boss," said Lio.
"World Tech's? Can't hack ?" Boss chuckling. He's feeling ticklish. World Tech, the world's leading technology company, can't hack the computer systems of a mid-level shipping service company?
"This is it, I'm working on it," said the curious Boss.
"Please, Boss," Lio shifted the laptop in front of the Boss.
The boss started to move his finger over the keys of the laptop keyboard. His finger movements were fast and agile. He typed just any number, symbol and letter. He did the brute force attack method.
Brute force is guessing the random use of a password. Usually the hackers have a lot of wordlists to guess the possibility of passwords.
The success rate of this attack depends on how strong the security password of the computer will be hacked. It can be in minutes, even in a matter of years.
"Done up!" Boss releases his finger from above the keyboard .
A shipping receipt appears on the laptop monitor screen. No. resi 14109113092802. Name of recipient, Chayra Minara. Address, apartment...
Amazingly. Lio whistling. Marveled. The boss finished it in 10 minutes. The boss is indeed Tech Savvy. Jago technology.
"Please order a plane ticket for me. I'm going to visit Chayra Minara" the boss ordered. His pitch-black eyeballs looked shiny.