BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 77 SUBRANEAN CHARM

EPS 77 SUBRANEAN CHARM

Like when we try to guess the direction of the wind, we never know where it will blow. Unless we see the subdued foliage, that's where we can guess its direction. So never feel like winning before making sure that victory really comes to you.

The subrata suddenly had the upper hand. He was initially seen as a patient but in the end he was able to repel his enemies by a landslide, and win the battle. Marcon who initially came with full optimism, in the end had to bow down lethargic acknowledge the greatness of Subrata. His arrogance as the brightest young CEO, was as meaningless before Subrata.

How not, starting with the destruction of two large satellites of his, For some reason, there is no wind and no rain suddenly there is a cluster of asteroids passing through to smash into it. Finally Mexocan Viscom Media operations stopped. Without satellites, Mexican Viscom Media or VMV, which is engaged in telecommunications and digital, is paralyzed. It takes at least two years to build a new satellite.

“Maybe we can rent a satellite to run our company boss, but it still takes time, at the earliest one week,” said his men from behind the phone.

“OK. Keep monitoring and do your best for MVM!” marcon's orders.

The next tragedy is the exodus of several large companies to advertise in their companies to competing companies. Like moving in a line of command, they immediately resigned as a business partner for technical reasons that can actually be overcome. Here Marcon is getting dizzy.

The third disaster is the destruction of MVM stock prices in the world stock exchange market. The ten billion dollar company is worth half of it. It's beyond the logic of Marcon himself. Even Susan See, one of the best lawyers in the country Uncle Sam also admitted the shrewdness and business strategy of Subrata that is beyond any economic theory.

Prak!

Marcon slammed his phone. Fortunately the phone is expensive, so it does not fall apart. Just mentally get to and fro.

“Subrata..!” he shouted in a loud voice.

The tycoon whose fortune occupies the fourth position of the world just smiled.

“Quick say Subrata! Just tell me what you want!” keep Marcon up again.

“I want Allpanigard Castle in addition,” Subrata said with a cold face. “Please rethink your offer.”

Marcon's body trembled violently, Cold sweat flowing so profusely from his face and the tip of his hair. The situation has now turned around. Marcon who came full of arrogance, now on his face reflected defeat and fear. Requesting MVM and Alpanigard Castle as compensation for Megapolitan Intercorp? Subrata has really squeezed him with two very difficult choices.

“Wait!” suddenly Susan shouted.

He stood in front of Marcon, as if protecting him from Subrata's intimidating gaze.

“I think you're overreacting Subrata.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mexican Viscom Media plus Allpanigard Castle is much higher than your Megapolian, Subrata.”

Subrata shrugged his shoulders and both hands.

“You yourself came to bid Megapolitan, after I mentioned its value, you guys were surprised and accused me of overdoing it. Do you have money or not?”

Marcon looked at Subrata with an angry look. But he realized, it was the most likely thing to do at the moment. Maintaining a destroyed MVM is suicide. It is better to manage a Megapolitan whose value is on the rise again. Or at least there was a mountain of gold that could save him from bankruptcy.

“Good, I'll pay for it but on one condition. You can have Mexican Viscom Media and Allpanigard Castle, but by agreement, I can buy it back one day,” Marcon Allpanigard said.

Hehehe.Subrata laughs, hehhe,

***

They ended up in a super-luxury room at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in San Francisco. A bodyguard opened the door and allowed Susan to enter a large room built specifically for Subrata. Confidently, Susan walked up and met Subrata who was standing on the balcony of her room while enjoying a night full of stars filling the city sky.

“What did you call me here Subrata?” Ask Susan.

“Stand beside me Susan,” Subrata said.

Susan stepped slowly and stood beside the charismatic man. How wise the figure of Subrata, it seems that no one is able to refuse his orders.

“Look at the stars scattered in the sky. What's your impression?”

Susan looked in amazement. Even those born in America rarely enjoy the stars. Time to think about work.

“Wow! Lovely once.”

“According to astronomers, there are nine thousand stars that can be seen with the naked eye, without the help of a telescope.”

Susan smile. The face of Subrata from the side. Perhaps Subrata was the most handsome middle-aged man he had seen in his entire life.

“People thought, the view of the stars in the sky is always the same every night. When in fact the stars are changing,” said Subrata again.

Susan's gaze was again centered on the stars. The night was getting late and so quiet. This is probably the most beautiful time in the city that never sleeps.

“Every moment new stars are born, and the stars that have expired have vanished or been wiped out. And the star of – dead stars will be sucked into the black hole,” Subrata continued.

And Susan was amazed, not only at the stars, but also at the charm of Subrata.

“The strong pressure of this spin will push gas and gas particles together and result in the explosion of a massive star known as a supernova explosion. When a supernova explosion occurs, the material gets a strong pressure so that it recollects and forms a new star.”

Susan smiled unconsciously. Then looked back at Subrata's face from the side.

“Do you mean it's some sort of Subrata cycle? Star cycles? Or even the life cycle. Where when someone dies, then someone is born?”

Subrata turned his body, then extended his arm at the beautiful girl.

“Hold my arm Susan.”

Susan held onto Subrata's arm with a slight hesitation. Then they walked towards the spacious dining room. Subrata invited Susan to sit in one of the chairs, then poured a glass of water into two glasses. One was given to the girl, and the other was held in her own hands. Subrata sat in the chair in front of Susan.

“Let's toast,” says Subrata.

After toast they drank together. The water was a little sweet and refreshing.

“This is a narcissistic flower sarimadu mixed with rose petal dew water. Delicious and healthy.”

Susan was speechless and could not even speak. How expensive is the life of Subrata, just to drink it, people have to collect narcissistic flowers and rose petal dew water? Waw!