
"What's up, sir?". Shocked cctv chamber guard.
"It's..". Said the assistant.
She's shocked. View the black monitor screen. Not showing vidio anymore.
"Is the vidionya missing?!". Ask the assistant scared.
"Lacking to know sir. What was depressed?!". Ask the cctv room employees.
"Don't know. My phone fell on the keyboard, and the monitor screen did not show any more video.
"Let me see sir". His word.
So the mechanic looked, and tried to find.
"Oh sir. Vidionya erased". said the employee of the cctv room.
"Ouch. How yes. What would I say to the boss". Murmured the assistant.
Because he was sure, the boss must have been angry. There weren't many vidio that he recorded just now.
And the cell phone incident fell right above the keyboard.
Until the loss of vidio cctv recordings that he was recording.
"How yes sir. It doesn't seem to be taken back. Because the cctv device in our office is being damaged and not installed a backup vidio safety device.
Removed vidio will be permanently lost. Will not be stored in temporary junk files". Obviously cctv room employees.
"Can't you look for it anymore in the junk file. As far as I know I can still be re-downloaded before thirty days". Ujat the assistant.
"Sorry sir. Can't".
"Why not?".
"This office cctv equipment last month was damaged sir. The recording is often erased if there is a mispressing event like this.
And also the cctv recording is only thirty days. If it's been thirty days, the recording instantly disappears automatically". Obviously cctv room employees.
"Why could that be?. Are there no repairs or new tools?". Ask the assistant.
"It's been fixed sir. But there must be a new tool, and the cctv tool is also already in the message.
Said irang shop will come later this month, because it is made with the best design for our office building". Obviously cctv room employees.
"Continue. Vidio's?". Ask the assistant.
"It doesn't look like it can be taken again sir. Already erased.
Even all vidio is erased". Answer employees.
The assistant scratched his head because he would definitely get scolded by his boss.
"Yes already". The answer.
As it passed leaving the cctv room. Towards his study. Find a way to keep him from getting angry with the boss. Because his.
After calming his mind for a while, the assistant headed for his boss room. To immediately prepare meeting materials with clients later.
"We'll talk later, sir. It's almost rest and lunch. Also we have to prepare all for the meeting later". Said the assistant.
Because the assistant was in the cctv room for almost two hours. Until almost noon break.
"OK. here's the file to set us meeting later". Answer Dika gave the file to his assistant.
"Good sir.
Something to fix, sir. Let's finish it over lunch". asked the assistant.
"No. You just trim it.
You just order lunch. I'm hungry, later if I eat at a meeting.
we'll just have lunch here. Kind of double the message for me. Very hungry". Dika.
"Good sir. I'll order immediately. What do you want". said the assistant.
"Whatever. What matters is the rice. Rice fields can also". Answer Dika.
So the assistant ordered two servings of rice padang. And some extra side dishes.
After eating, Dika and the assistant headed to a cafe, where they would meet with clients.
When entering the cafe, it turns out that Gita is also in the cafe. Gita was with two people, and sat on the side of the cafe on the left.
"Gita". Call Dika happy.
Because of meeting the one he had been looking for the past ten days.
Dika walked to the table where Gita sat talking to the two men.
"Our client is waiting there". The assistant.
"you go there for a second. I want to see Gita. So he'll wait for me to finish the meeting". Answer Dika confidently.
He immediately left the assistant to head for Gita's desk.
"Gita's. Can we talk!". Said Dika directly said.
"sorry. We're in a meeting". Said one of the men sitting at a table with Gita.
"I'm sorry... Sorry sir. I just want to tell Gita, when she's done meeting me at the table.
I also had a brief meeting with my business partner.
Don't forget Gita, I'm waiting". Said Dika.
Gita didn't respond.
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