BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 17 FATAL ERROR
EPS 17 FATAL ERROR
How angry is Subrata. Seen from his face so riled up. How not, Megapolitan is a megaproject designed with very tight security. He even hired several professional army groups to guarantee his megaprojects to run smoothly without any interference. However, Pramono whom he had believed to be the Megapolitan boss had instead acted recklessly.
How could SIS (Secret Inteligent Service) agents or the British Secret Service known as M16 infiltrate into forbidden areas to know the existence of the sacred tree. He paid the best mercenaries in the world. Including SAS (English Elite Force) frontman Blade Muller was also there and had seen Lucra Venzi.
“Stupid basis!” subrata's curse to Pramono who still speaks through his cellphone screen.
“But, he said he came because of a recommendation from father,” Pramono said.
Hearing Pramono's words Subrata's face grew even more furious.
“I do recommend Laura Crown to you, but that's not the guy!”
“What!”
Pramono gasped in surprise. His face also looked tense, Feelings of anger, shame and worry mixed together into one. He knew Subrata was a man who never tolerated mistakes. He is very thorough and disciplined in every job. Let alone the matter of human resources working with him, he always demanded the best performance, because they had been paid dearly.
“If you apply strict procedures to every new employee who comes you will not fail. Check his CV, check his DNA, make sure all the identities he has are genuine not fake. And you're negligent about doing it all because you seduced that woman, right? Basic male gatel!”
FLASHBACK..
What a nice morning. The sun shone brightly, as bright as Pramono who was sitting on his throne in the office of the President Director of Megapolitan City. In front of him sat a blonde-haired bule woman who had just come from America. The woman will be an interior designer consultant for every super-luxury building in Megapolitan. The bigbos themselves sent the beautiful woman from America.
‘Hm, Subrata's boss tastes are really out of my expectations. Beyond my shadow,’ her inner. ‘This woman really makes my heart mesmerized.’
He stared at the blonde woman's body from head to toe. What a perfect beauty. Her lips are adorable ranum, with the natural color of ripe strawberry fruit that is halved. His hip is the Fender Stratocaster Gold Leaf guitar that is usually caressed by world class guitar god Eric Clapton, bending perfectly. And two twin mounds slightly protruding from behind her open cleavage, the mango seranum taiyo no tamago, which heals the thirst just by smelling the scent.
“So Mister Pramono got a recommendation from Mister Subrata to interview me?” ask Lucra a little flirtatious.
Pramono who was flying into the sky became stammered at Lucra's question.
“Eh, oh, oops! Ma.sorry miss. Can you repeat your question?”
Lucra Venzi smiled shyly at Pramono's reddened face. Visible lobe of the man's nose kembis kembis sign libidonya is moving up.
“So you will interview me?” Lucra repeated the question.
“You're right. I'm the one who has the right to determine who works here, except for the employee who got the recommendation, Mr. Subrata, I can't refuse. Especially if the person is as beautiful as you,” Rayu Pramono who began not to take it anymore.
Lucra smile. With a quick movement he grabbed the tie that Pramono was wearing, then pulled it with his left hand. Approaching the man's face bangkotan with his chest that ripe charm.
“Hm, I also like working with you, mister Pre-mo-no,”.
Pramono's eyes immediately widened. The twins filled his eyeballs. Moreover, the distance is only five centimeters, Pramono's tongue automatically stuck out.
“Hap!”
Lucra's right hand immediately cupped Pramono's face so that he could not get any closer. After that the tie was released. Then Pramono's face was pushed back to the back.
“Bruk!”
Pramono's body fell back to his original seat. Pramono's face immediately reddened because his cones had already risen to the crown. His breath snorted violently. But he dared not go any further, because Lucra was Subrata's own bigbos choice.
“Maybe we'll have plenty of time to have fun Mister P,” seduce Lucra again.
Pramono immediately nodded his head.
He said while fixing his messy shirt and tie.
“Myname? Does that matter to you? You don't want to call me Beb or Darling?” tempt Lucra again.
“Of course dear. But still I need to know your name.”
“Good. My name is Laura Crown. Has your boss not told you?”
Pramono shook his head. The jackpot! The mind is like having a lottery prize.
“Of course it is,” said. “Hem! Now tell me what you need, I will definitely provide, baby.”
Lucra smiled at jumawa. It was like the game was over and he was the winner.
“I need a private driver,” says Lucra. “Now!”
Pramono.
“What! Now?”
“Yes, Seconds of this too,” firmly Lucra. “Do you have Mr. P?”
Lucra's index finger stuck to Pramono's forehead, then down his nose, lips and chin. Pramono's breath felt so tight. Both eyes became squint as they focused on Lucra's tapering finger. Unknowingly he gulped his own saliva.
“Glek!”
Then his head nodded.
“Sure. Of course I can. I. it's a trivial thing to me.”
Then Pramono called his secretary.
“Des, have Mr. Darsono find me a private driver. Now, this second too. Bring here!” pramono's orders.
“Good Sir!”
There was a phone handle that was not placed properly, followed by the sound of footsteps walking out in a hurry.
Five minutes later, Desi picked up the phone again.
“Pak Darsono please let me meet you with a new driver.”
“Ok. What's name?”
“Rich Pranaja's. He's a supplier driver of materials for building construction at the fifty coordinate point. Need in interview sir?”
“No! Quickly send them in!”
***
That afternoon was so hot. Sunlight emits its hottest rays to the surface of the earth. But it was all unable to beat the heat that enveloped Pramono's heart at this moment. Anger and resentment immediately burst out from his dark-looking face. Some officers were busy packing his things. In front of him, Darsono is with a platoon of troops, with weapons cocked ready to guard against all possibilities. That day Subrata fired Pramono and appointed a new President Director of Megapolitan.
“Please Mr Pramono! You can leave this office right now,” said Darsono, head of security at Megapolitan.
There was no more respect Darsono showed him.
“Huh!” dengus Pramono rough.
Pramono did not care about Darsono's words. Then he picked up his phone. His hands were busy staring at that flat screen with a tense face. But a few moments later, his face looked happy. His lips even smiled very wide. He saw the number he was aiming for was returning his call.
“Hello. Marcon Allpanigard’s speaking!”