In the Parking Lot

"Is there a specific reason why you don't like school?" Darren asked.

"There's no other reason, it's just ... well, I don't like school! Does that need to have a reason?"

"Too bad. If you go to school, you will definitely get a much better job."

"Really? Is there any guarantee about that?"

"..." Darren was silent, he wasn't sure about it himself. But at least according to what was seen, now all companies would always consider someone's education first, only after that they would think about their ability.

"Why are you quiet?" Celine asked. "You're not sure about that either, are you?"

"Emph ... there are no guarantees, but ... look, nowadays companies will include education to recruit their employees."

"Emph ... Mr. Darren, do you have any questions about your company's product problems?"

"I don't think so, later we will try to formulate a strategy to outsmart our product, so that it goes on the market."

'Why did she even go back to discussing work problems? Was she offended?' Darren thought.

"What plans do you think will get this product to work?" Celine started investigating.

"Hemph ... for now it may not be determined, maybe soon. Wait for us to meet first."

"My advice is, why don't you make an event during big holidays, or make a special discount on Saturday-Sunday, for example. You can also give gifts of a similar product. Later if there is something like that, we can help make it happen. And also banners, it might also be possible to display in the hallway in front of the entrance," said Celine.

"It can be considered. Later I will talk to my friend."

"Ok, because I also have to go back to the store, if there is nothing else you want to ask again, let's just finish our meeting today."

"That's right. Ha ha ha ... Please forgive me."

Celine just smiled. "All right sir, see you at the next meeting appointment."

After saying that Celine left.

"It's a shame, even though I see that she has a lot of potential, if she only has a high school education, what about her future career path?" murmured Darren while leaving the place.

'Why...? It's a question mark that doesn't always have to get an answer in form of words,' Celine thought and steadily left.

In the parking lot!

When Darren was about to go to the car park, he passed the motorbike parking lot first. There he met Celine, who seemed to be having trouble starting the motorbike.

"Are you here on a motorbike?" Darren asked softly.

His soft voice was very sudden, making Celine startled once again.

"OMG!" speechless Celine let out the word.

"Eh sorry ... did I startle you again?"

"I was screaming. Do you think that was not what people would do when they got surprised?"

"Sorry. Is this your bike?"

"Do I look like someone who would ride other people's motorbikes?"

'This woman is harsh,' Darren thought.

"I'll try to help, okay?" Darren bargained.

"Can you?"

"Not sure, I said earlier I would 'try' to help."

"Tsk!" Celine cursed.

"This is the bike that almost crashed me." Darren said, when he saw the license plate number on the motorbike.

"M-what do you mean?" Celine asked seriously.

"Eh-"

Darren became awkward at the unconscious slip of his words.

"Earlier there was a motorbike that looked exactly like this, almost overtaking my path. Maybe I was wrong, but ... the number plate is same," explained Darren.

Gleg !!

"Eh ... really?"

"No need to be nervous like that. No way, it's not like I'm saying that your motorbike had overtook my way earlier? It must only be similar."

'Tsk! Does this guy think I'm that stupid? Is there a chance of two vehicles having same number plate? How nice he is, after making someone feel afraid, he casually answers like this,' Celine thought.

"Oh, sorry Ms. Celine, apparently I don't know anything about automotive vehicles. How about this, I will take you back to the store, you can ask your friends to take your motorbike later. We don't have to wait here."

"Ok. So better."

"My car is there," said Darren showing the car park.

'OMG! This is the car I almost crashed into, which made him hit other drivers,' thought Celine. She was drenched in cold sweat.

"What is wrong?" asked Darren.

"Eh ... th-that ..." Celine couldn't speak anymore, she was too scared.

"Why? What are you so nervous about?" asked Darren.

"Emph ... is this your car?" asked Celine.

"Oh no, this is an office car."

"What?" asked Celine loudly. However, she immediately realized what she was doing.