20 Chapter 20. Mahardika Fashion audition

"Before that, I wanted to decide on one thing," said Naya, causing the people in the meeting room to wonder.

 "I will appoint Mr.Reza as my representative at the company. Because the company must continue to run as long as I participate in the competition. I will continue to coordinate with Mr.Reza as long as I cannot attend the office. Does everyone agree with my decision?"

 "Of course. The chairman can decide anything" a shareholder fully supports Naya's performance.

 "Didn't you point it wrong, miss?"  Asked Mr. Reza softly.

 "No, I just have full trust in Mr. Reza."  Naya smiled after saying this.

 "Ah. Thank you" said Mr. Reza accordingly.

 Naya immediately went to her office at the company, which was her father's room.  Naya accompanied by Mr.Reza toured the company to find out about other divisions in the company.

 It doesn't feel like a week has passed since Naya set foot in the company and started carrying out her duties as the company leader.

 Naya's days are getting busier now, sometimes even just to meet clients, Naya has to be willing to spend her lunchtime or eat in the car while heading to the meeting location with clients.

 This afternoon Naya almost missed lunch again because she was too focused on examining new cooperation contracts with domestic investors.

 "Good afternoon boss Naya, I came to deliver lunch."

 "Just put it on the table," said Naya without seeing who was coming.  "Wait, but I didn't order food," she said later.  Naya raised her head, turned her gaze towards the front.

 "You?"

 "Have lunch first, then you might pass out."

 "Yes, I'll eat too. Just a little more, dear" Naya returned to focus on the files in front of him.

 "When are you going to eat when you have an important meeting in thirty minutes?"  protested Putra.

 "Don't be pretentious."

 "Hey, I do know. I've asked Mr. Reza."

 "Oh yeah? Hmm, have you started an alliance with Mr. Reza?"  sarcastically Naya.

 "I just want to know your condition. You need to rest too. Don't work too hard. Your health is also important" Putra dodged.

 "Ough, I'm getting hungry after hearing your babble" Naya returned to throwing sarcasm.

 "I think you have transformed into a robot. Hmmm, you still like to eat too?"  Putra said he didn't want to lose.

 "He said to bring food for me, but why are you being stingy now?"

 "I'm just asking. Very sensitive. Never mind, leave your work first. Tomorrow we have a vacation."

 "I can't relax. I still have a lot to do."

 "Nay" Putra grabbed Naya's arm until he fell in the arms of Putra's chest.  "I miss you."

 "Putra-."

 "Don't avoid it. Let it stay like this, just one minute. Please" begged Putra.

 Putra looked into Naya's eyes deeply.  He then stroked Naya's hair and ended up gently stroking Naya's cheeks.  His face approached and ... Putra just touched the tip of his nose to Naya's.

 Naya no longer avoided her, she let Putra.  A man who is always nice to Naya.  Putra is the perfect type of guy, not only good but he's also handsome.  He is also always there beside Naya to help him.

 Putra always takes the time to just meet Naya who is so busy lately.  Like this afternoon, Putra is willing to bother bringing food to Naya's office, so he can eat together with Naya.

 Naya also likes to be around Putra, she feels comfortable with him.  Naya likes Putra too, it's just that she isn't ready to welcome Putra's love.  Naya still couldn't move on completely.  There are still shadows of her past that continue to disturb like there is something that makes Naya unable to feel calm.  One thing that still disturbs her mind until now is the news about Abi.  I don't know where this one human is now.

 ***

 The day before, Naya who was on his way met one of his clients.  In the car, Naya and Pak Reza discussed the issue of a modeling audition organized by the Mahardika Fashion company.

 "Has my registration been taken care of?"  asked Naya.

 "Yes, two days ago it has been sent. Miss Naya's complete bio along with one full body photo. The results will come out this afternoon. If Miss Naya passes the registration stage, then tomorrow Miss Naya will have to audition for the first stage, where the lady must walk on the catwalk.  "

 "Ok, I know."

 "Miss must wear high heels," said Mr. Reza stifled.  Mr. Reza is a little worried.  "Miss, be careful."

 "Take it easy, Mr. Reza. You can trust me. I've studied a little while abroad."

 "Really? I didn't expect it."