Office Hour
Meeting Night

Time has shown at 9pm. I'm still in the office.

Waiting.

Meilinda told me, and we are waiting for Mr. Sebastian and Mr. Arman.

The Directors are right in front of me, minus Mr. Stephen.

In such a state I thought a lot of things. Gunawan's behavior is typical of human penguk treasure. The wealth of his own brother could be dredged even though the family of Mr. Sebastian has done much to him. This is a common thing that happens a lot in the business world. Relationships between families can be damaged and often deteriorate to the children of the enemy grandchildren when it comes to property. Ideally do business with others rather than with relatives.

But that's not what I think it is, but GSA.

It's a unique organization.

I remember last week Tresna and Heksa getting to share martabak when they found out they were accepted to work at the GSA. At once Heksa celebrated his acceptance to be ASN in one of the Ministries related to policy in the field of transportation.

It seems like this GSA holds a lot of secrets. It could be Mr. Arman who has been helping Mitha uncover everything. I thought it was just a security unit distribution company that Mr. Sebastian set up to save money. Know that he is a person who is always targeted by terrorojing.  Yes, it must be the safety of the vest. Instead of wasting money on rent, just set up your own company.

Right now we can only wait for them to come.

We're all tense up...

"Eat first yah pizzanya yaaaa!" Cecilia came in with 3 boxes of pizza.

"Pardon the goddess of the belly!" Pak Haryono was relieved. "From that doong! I'll faint a little bit!"

"Wes manganese no ben wareg. It'll soon be chided to lackluster!" said Mr. David while grabbing two pieces of pizza and biting a big piece.

I have no appetite...

Maybe if the one in front of me soto betawi, yes other business.

I stared at the people in front of me eating voraciously, while I hugged Meilinda from behind and kissed her neck, calming her down. If there's anything to do with Gunawan Ambrose, he's upset.

But still, I hold Gunawan's US card. So I'm kind of calm.

What is my US Card?

I will know too...

Hehe...

Then something caught my attention.

Mr. Danu's gaze at Cecil.

Lodging...

Gentler...

Terlene...

It doesn't fit, you know?!

Make goosebumps!

And finally Cecil facing Mr. Danu. "I'm going home first, right?" sahut the barong-haired Cihuahua.

The Vampire nodded slowly and stroked the cheeks of the mortal in front of him.

Then the Vampire kissed the back of the barong's hand. Cuwiiit.

Their behavior was accompanied by the glaring gazes of everyone there. To the extent that the Pizza in Pak Haryono's hand fell to the floor.

They all silently looked at the passing figure of Cihuahua Barong, and then turned towards the Vampire who was still staring at the exit with a glaring look.

The plot!

Pieces of sossis raining down on Mr. Danu.

"The Bang-sat! He really is a virgin blood!!" Exclaim Pak Haryono to Pak Danu.

"Why does this all love location huh?! Since when did Garnet Bank become a matchmaking place?!? I have to sort out the real employees who are nagging!!" Mr. David is hysterical.

"It's Kunyuk's fault! The one who entered Lolita here is her!!" Haryono pointed at me.

I'm open to hearing his nickname for Cecil.

Lolita. His age is dead!

"His pizza patch, Big Boss in the lobby." said Mr. Danu staring at his phone while squinting at his vampire eyes.

They immediately hurriedly devoured all the pieces closest to their hands.

**

Mr. Sebastian approached us with a more tense face than usual. This time there was anger on his face.

And Mr. Arman.

Directly premeditated focus towards the table in front of us and snatched the only pizza left.

Sat Set Sat Set.

“Lumayan, I'm really laper, tired of taking care of his life complicated Boss,” muttered while biting a piece.

Uh, just this time I saw him being sompral. It turns out Mr. Arman is an ordinary human.

“Close the door, I want to talk seriously,” hiss Mr. Sebastian while sitting on the sofa and wearing his reading glasses.

**

We are now gathered in Mr. Danu's tightly closed room.

"The information from Dimas is true." Said Mr. Sebastian. "I fielded several teams to investigate the matter, and several lawyers from Russia and Indonesia. All employees for our diamond mining projects are housed to an unspecified time limit for review regarding indications of cooperation for fraud. Mining is currently being guarded by Russian Federation intel." Mr. Sebastian is sitting on a leather chair belonging to Mr. Danu. We all listened carefully.

"So this morning they introduced themselves. Gunawan said all status is legal in accordance with government policy. And they're showing the power of attorney from the Garnet Group." Said Lionel, uh, Mr. Danu.

Finally everyone knows his favorite nickname...

"I or my Dad never signed a power of attorney for an agent with that name. Except Gunawaan himself signed. No one checks the authenticity." Said Mr. Sebastian.

"They're chasing time until this week to win the tender."

"We have checked to the relevant agency, the tender for the project was won by Beaufort Property this afternoon. Not us or Johan's Co. And there's no registration with that name." Said Mr. Arman.

We all fell silent.

All alert.

Is Gunawan's company fictitious?

Or is it just a distraction for something bigger?

Is all this used by Gunawan to code us so that his life is not disturbed?

Can I do that... Smoking on the porch now?

A very tight mouth.

Tense up just from the morning.

Actually, I do not list as a soldier who every minute has to struggle with tension.

I'm just a Bank employee like looooh...

His innate work is depressed salary does not rise was wasting time...

And again, what the hell are we doing?! It's management business, I'm just a regular staff!

Ah, the basic Mr. Sebastian pingin nagging. Pull Stephen's shucks to the full extent!

"So... I apologize for distressing you all, please hold all proposals from Johan's Company." said Mr. Sebastian at last.

That's dong!

We nodded indicating that we were obeying his orders. But I still couldn't leave because genderuwo coded me and Meilinda to follow him into Meilinda's room.

Well, this time I actually creeped out like a thesis trial. You see, I have a feeling, the next one will not talk about work but more personal things.

So in a soggy step like a muscular no, I followed Mr. Sebastian.

*****

"Tomorrow you to my office to meet Gunawan." said Mr. Sebastian.

"I mean, brother?" Meilinda looks sewot.

I glanced at Mr. Arman. My US card...

Mr. Arman glanced at me.

Anjir he's handsome, I'm so stubborn!!

Fell Maaas, Tobaaat!

Then I refocused on Mr. Sebastian. The man's face... Like a mixture of anger and sadness.

He did not answer Meilinda, but only gave up his phone to be seen by my beloved.

I noticed Meilinda looking pale when I saw the impressions inside, her wiggle covered her mouth agape in shock.

I peeked into Mr. Sebastian's phone and snorted.

It's true what I feared from the beginning... Gunawan is not a man. Such an important thing must be stored on an external hard drive to be used as a threat or to make a profit when needed.

Video Meilinda on video call.

"I can't get this from..." Meilinda's sentence was choked, she couldn't continue her words. I hugged him immediately giving him strength.

It was a reflection of how embarrassed and broken he was right now, stripped naked in front of people.

But I'll bet Mr. Sebastain is sadder than Meilinda. Her sister was publicly harassed.

"I'm not asking for your explanation" Mr. Sebastian sighed. "But you need to know, we've been looking at all ways to curb its spread. Dimas knows?"

I nodded, "I know from the beginning, I've checked all his social media, even hacked Gunawan's cell phones and laptops through tracking and hundreds of platforms, but apparently he keeps them on an external hard drive."

We all fell silent.

I tapped my phone.

"When will Gunawan come?" my many.

"At 10 am." replied Mr. Sebastian.

"OKAY. We face. I want to know what he wants." I said.

“For a while Sir,” sizzle Mr. Arman while walking outside and stopping at the Tresna cubicle, then take a few jars of cake from there.

“Coffe break first. Take it easy, for tomorrow's event we have contacted the source of the nara kok,” Mr. Arman grinned and put two jars of nastar in front of us.

“Pak, I who every day here just do not know there is a jar of ginian in the closet Tresna!” my protest.

“I'm GSA,” siss Mr. Arman.

It could be that all the CCTV here has been hacked by the GSA.