Ever almost wanted to decide to quit college while he was continuing his Master''s in business. At that time, Harry even wanted to run away to foreign countries wherever it was, as long as he could find a new atmosphere.


    However, Harry finally undid it and resumed his life in a normal way and changed course to be a cooler and unfriendly man especially to all the women he had met afterward.


    Harry always tried to put logic over feelings. Growing up to be a cold person was also often careless. No one in his family can change that principle.


    A call amidst the calm broke Harry''s long daydreams. Knowing that the phone call was from Aretta. Harry''s eyes narrowed slightly.


    "Miss Aretta, what''s wrong? Isn''t the meeting still in one hour?" asked Cleo. nced slightly at Harry for his reaction. Harry didn''t look very pleased.


    "Yes, Madame. But, I''m so sorry. Looks like our appointment should moving forward. And you have to submit the samples that we are leaving it immediately for us to hand over to the publisher," said Aretta with a worried tone. Cleo then panicked.


    "What? Howe? Isn''t this too sudden?" Cleo asked, wondering why their meeting would be brought forward at two o''clock. Even though it was about half an hour ago Cleo had confirmed the time first and their party had already matched it.


    Now that woman wanted to press her?


    Cleo felt something was wrong. Thinking quickly that this might just be Aretta''s trick toe to her office. Cleo had listened to Aretta''s other words.


    "If you object toe here directly submit the samples. I can go there to pick it up," offered Aretta, which Cleo immediately guessed correctly.


    Not expecting that this woman was smart enough to y the words to carry out the action. Did it turn out that Aretta deliberately wanted to use this excuse to meet Harry at the office?


    Cleo nced at Harry again. Harry, who couldn''t hear their conversation, could only raise an eyebrow to ask what the woman was saying. And Cleo immediately wrote it down on a piece of paper which she took from her bag.


    Harry waited for Cleo''s answer.


    "Sorry, but I''m not in the office," Cleo said, pretending to be disappointed.


    "Then where are you? Can I follow you there? Or if I can, just leave the sample with someone in the office and I''ll meet them." said Aretta, still trying to persuade her and it was clear that she was disappointed.


    Cleo answered casually.


    "No need. I happened to be carrying the sample. So I''ll be right there now. And wait for me."


    Cleo then ended their call after a few words. Harry was already staring at Cleo seriously when she finished putting down her cell phone.


    Gazed impatiently. Harry knew that this lunchtime had been screwed up. Actually, he really wanted toe with Cleo, but he already had one appointment with his client. Harry looked at Cleo with great displeasure.


    "Are you going to be there right now?" asked Harry.


    Cleo nodded.


    "Yes. As I''ve said, Aretta needs the samples I brought with me. So I have to go there to hand it over. I have to end our lunch now,"


    "Then go with Dirga and I''ll take a taxi," Harry trying to budge. Cleo put on an expression of gratitude.


    Didn''t expect that Harry was in such a good mood. His kindness turned out to be only one minuteter.


    "But.."


    Cleo, who just got up, turned around.


    "But..?" Cleo was frowning.


    "I''lle with you," said Harry, startling Cleo.


    Cleo looked at him in disbelief.


    "What did you say? You are want toe? Aren''t youzy to meet Arettta that''s why you delegate all that work to me?" Cleo asked in a very surprised and astonishing feeling.


    Harry replied casually.


    "I changed my mind. Isn''t there a friend of yours too?"


    Cleo raises her eyebrows.


    "Willy, you mean?" guess Cleo. And she added.


    "Yes... I think, he was maybe there. But I also didn''t know because I wasn''t yet arrived there. So you seriously want toe?" asked Cleo, still doubting it.


    But Harry nodded confidently. Cleo quickly prevented it.


    "Wait! Don''t you have an appointment with your client at one o''clock? It was only half an hour away. If youe with me, doesn''t that mean your agreement is canceled?" asked Cleo with certainty remembering about Harry''s meeting appointment.


    "No problem," said Harry casually. Cleo disagreed even more.


    Harry was already walking out of the restaurant to wait for his pick-up car. Got in the car after five minutes of waiting. Harry had already stated his goal.


    "Yugio Ent," eximed Harry briefly. Dirga who became the driver immediately red.


    "Yes sir?" he asked.


    "Go to Yugio Entertainment, now!" eximed Harry in affirmation. Dirga immediately looked at him with pity.


    "Aren''t we supposed to go to Jn Pegangsaan for a meeting with Mr. Sticwerd?" asked Dirga with a million emphases.


    Harry only nced at it.


    "I don''t like repeating my words. To Yugio Entertainment. Now!" Dirga immediately turned around and drove his car to the Yugio Ent office.


    Then took a very long breath.


    Dirga didn''t understand any one thing his boss was thinking.


    But forter, Dirga must be returned to apologize for the second time to Mr. Sticwerd, because Harry was unable to attend.


    Although he didn''t know what that man will do in Yugio''s office. And what he was nning.


    Cleo felt quite concerned about Dirga''s expression, which was clearly readable. And feeling her part so much in making Harry make that decision.


    Cleo still didn''t understand why Harry insisted on joining even though they might only be talking for a while.


    Had sent a short message to Aretta informing her that she would soon arrive with Harry. Cleo waited impatiently what she would do to attract Harry''s attention.


    Knew that the woman will be happy too. At least Cleo was grateful that Martha, one of Harry''s fanatic fans, could not possibly be in that office. Cleo felt that everything would be chaotic if the two of them got together.


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