Hello, CEO! Don’t Play With Me!

A knock on the door made Justin stop what he was doing. “Come in,” he said briefly as he waited to see who his intruder would be this afternoon.

It was Hans. From the marketing division that he can really rely on.

“What’s wrong?” Justin left his chair. Asked Hans to sit on the available sofa. He deliberately made his workspace much wider than other rooms. there is a large sofa that he usually uses for discussions with many of his staff, as well as a special meeting room with many agendas at the back. Not to forget the large cupboard containing design samples that he was working on.

“I have a guest who wants to visit.”

Justin’s brow furrowed deeply. “Guests?” the question was immediately answered with a nod from Hans. “Why are you welcoming him?”

Hans grinned. “We discussed a lot of things regarding the promo in SEO, especially for the apprentice models. They need a place that matches the placement we want, right?”

Hans’ description made Justin squint even more suspiciously. “Who’s the guest?”

Hans smiled broadly. “The owner of The Collage. I think if we cooperate, they can help us far more than we ever imagined.” Hans straightened his back slightly. “You know the work of The Collage’s scouts, right? It’s rare that the news they write or anything that gets picked up on social media fails to catch the public’s attention. I think if we have connections that broad and that good, we have nothing to lose.”

Justin knew where Hans was going with his words. Remembering the incident two nights ago at the Ambassador’s residence, Justin could already predict Andrew’s arrival at his office. But he didn’t expect the owner of The Collage to come to see him so soon. At an inopportune time, Justin thought. Because in the afternoon, Justin had a long meeting with the other shareholders to outline SEO’s plans for the next year.

Including the show for next year, which is predicted to be able to reap more profits than what is targeted.

But… the opportunity to further corner Andrew would not be wasted until Justin found out why the man had approached Giselle. Whatever was already in his grasp, it wouldn’t be easy to disrupt. Especially to the point of making Giselle uncomfortable. Let alone Giselle, a junior model who was involved in a scandal with a senior actor that left the model scared to death, Justin would put his body on the line. What if it’s Giselle who gets hurt?

Justin won’t let that happen.

Justin smiled very slightly. He took the cigarette he always had in his pocket, lit the end, and began to savor the smoke and the taste of nicotine on his lips. “I’m busy but ask him, if his offer appeals to me, my door is wide open.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Hans frowned in confusion but soon nodded obediently. Although he had questions, Hans couldn’t just ask. The boss seemed to have reclined comfortably on the sofa, a sign of not wanting to be disturbed. Hans soon left Justin who was engrossed in his cigarette smoke.

Justin didn’t mind. Instead, he was reminded of his encounter with someone the day before they went to the banquet at the Ambassador’s house.

“So… are you interested in the information I have?” asked Justin as he looked at his interlocutor closely. He actually had his own fears in case he rejected what he had brought. rows of photos as well as some of the people involved in it. Including the confidant of the owner of the place visited by Justin’s informant.

Meanwhile, the interlocutor, after examining all the files provided by Justin, could only let out a long sigh.

“Why does your passion attract such high stakes?”

Justin laughed. “If he hadn’t bothered me, I wouldn’t have wanted to do this.”

The man straightened his seat. The uniform he wore was a bit inconvenient but it was part of his life now. his position as chief of police in a fairly large area; both the crime rate and many things in the form of ugliness, whether threatening or horrifying, he already held two years ago. struggling in a field that was very opposite to his brother, did not make their communication cut off.

His name is Zephyr Anderson. They’re not blood related but Zephyr has always considered Justin his little brother. One to be protected and loved since the poor boy’s arrival a dozen years ago. His mother said Justin was a lucky boy to escape death. And Justin desperately needed love.

Living with a mother who had such a gentle heart and temperament, Zephyr also understood that Justin needed help. That’s why he always kept an eye on Justin. Although not infrequently, his extreme actions like this made Zephyr’s heart never beat with relief.

“But what I’ve brought you is no joke, Z. If you can catch the dealer and stop the circulation there, I’m sure you’ll be promoted this year.”

Zephyr wagged his finger. “It’s not whether or not I get promoted, it’s you!” he pointed right at Justin’s nose. “How can you casually talk like this? Take photos this close without being suspected? You’re completely out of your mind!”

Justin laughed excitedly. “Even mom says the same thing, right?”

Zephyr tapped his forehead. “Who are you protecting to do something like this?”

Justin was no longer laughing. Now his eyes looked seriously at the man he respected, respected, respected. For Justin, Zephyr was his all-time role model. “She’s one of the erotic dancers there. I asked for her legally but the owner seemed to want to blackmail and take advantage of the girl’s past. She’s at the top of the ladder and I can’t let that happen.”

The interlocutor let out a long sigh. “Giselle?”

“Yaps.”

“Alright.” Zephyr let out a long sigh, unable to refuse what his sister asked. “But never do anything like this on your own, Justin. It’s dangerous! What you’ve built could fall apart just because of this.”

“Oh, of course not!” Justin folded his arms across his chest. “They don’t know how to deal with a sneaky fox like me, Z.”

“Although I admit it,” the file was scrutinized by Zephyr again. “What you found is truly a treasure to me. Do I have to say thank you?”

Justin shook his head quickly. “Make sure the owner doesn’t move whenever he meets me. You know the influence you have, right?”

Zephyr chuckled. “Alright. You win. A capable strategist like you is a pity when it comes to fabrics and fashion magazines.”

“You said you had my back,” Justin snapped with a look of annoyance. My mom trusts me with what I’m doing, why are you questioning it?”

Zephyr gave up. “As long as you’re happy and able to live with it, Justin. As a big brother, it’s my job to support and help, even if it’s only on occasion.”

Justin laughed again. “Thanks, Z. You really are a very good brother.”

Zephyr spluttered. “Come by the house once in a while, Justin. Don’t you want to have dinner together? Rosaline asks about you a lot. Especially Bella. She misses her noisy little uncle.”

Justin couldn’t hide his happy laughter. Although their conversation afterward was filled with nostalgic talk, in Justin’s mind, he had already planned what to do when he arrived at the banquet later.

The bubble of memory burst when the door to his room opened again. and this time, it wasn’t just Hans who came in but Andrew. Who was still the same as the last time Justin met him; haughty. It didn’t matter, after all, it wasn’t Justin who wanted to meet but the man who was now sitting in front of him.

Of course, after Justin said yes.

“Hans, please prepare a drink and some snacks. I think our conversation will take some time.”

Andrew gave Justin a displeased look, chuckling as he glanced sarcastically at the other man. Even so, what they were going to talk about couldn’t be done in a short time. Especially after what happened yesterday.

Damn! Justin is not to be trifled with by Andrew.

“So… do you have anything to say, Mr. Kingston?”