PROLOGUE

The phones of several people in the cafeteria clinked in unison. They did not know each other nor did they deal with each other except for offices in the same building. What appears in common people's eyes is just a random call at the same time. Silencing the curious with such an impression so that anyone who accidentally notices only feels an odd coincidence. On the busiest floor during this break, that kind of random thing was obviously immediately overlooked. No one at all suggested that they all got a notification from a secret source who was so deft at throwing hot balls of money market rumors. Obviously he is a person from the core circle of the business world as well as the government. Notifications from the RSVP.

The RSVP, a paid application specifically for early access to the schedule of events or various super glamorous parties held in the Asian region. Masking their identity with customer levels made hierarchical. With the price too expensive just for the sake of socialite issues, making this application scorned and even reaping hatred. These hierarchical system naturally eliminate people who are just curious or who are only interested in closed grand parties. But, when someone has subscribed to Platinum grade, with prices that seem outrageous for just a glittering news, The RSVP provides serious rumors that are hot and dangerous sometimes. Thrown without filter. Their regular notifications are about important decisions that affect each other in the business world and the country. Raw materials they spilled out had lured big business people: people who are too busy directing the flow of money to stay centered on themselves.

Sometimes, rumors about big corporate turmoil are peppered with scandals. Making conglomerates seem like a form that is prone to failure when it is colored by emotions. These kind of contents made the RSPV constantly scorned as a medium of high society gossip that is not grounded and scratches humanity. Unfortunately, almost always those gossip thrown by the RSVP is more usable as a reference than their boring business profile that is tempting but fabricated. The formal profile that is portrayed according to personal intention with the help of at least one agency is full of manipulation. Made for the sake as an perfect image for public. A social profile. Then, as it is common that insider's point of view is always sharper and more honest than ordinary netizens who often randomly respond to plural things without understanding all the core of the problem, the RSVP trusted by these busy people although their hater arise.

So, this afternoon's rumor must be too hot because everyone who already read it immediately freezes and stops eating. Spontaneously they reach for their another communication devices and contact anyone who can provide confirmation. It's way to hot. Too grandiose to be real.

Today, PM 12:33.__ Last night, PM 08.07__ A large flow from Federal Reserved to Bank Indonesia. Private Banking. Validation confirmed. Only X signed on the paper. Credentials used fingerprint and retina scanning. At present, US$ 600,000,000 was moving from BI to ANTAM already. Too coincidental? Not at all. Refers to AR. Disburse a small amount of liquid into gold bars! Please shout. Yes, all for ANTAM's gold. GOLD BARS!

Alaric, who had just touched his lunch – not in the cafeteria but in his private sophisticated room, choked. Had a violent cough before finally shouting angrily for his people. The assistants.

"Where's Dono?" he shouted with a bright red face because his First Assistant had not yet appeared.

There was a moment of silence. Soon there was the clinking sound of the elevator stopping. Alaric turned his head towards the slowly opening door of his private elevator. Dono stepped staggeringly while hugging a tablet, one notebook at the same time holding two smartphones,

"Wicked!" he exclaimed.

Alaric glanced to his first man. Dono, who was used to it, was not affected by Alaric's emotions. Meanwhile, the other assistants inched back, deciding to stay away from Alaric.

"The assets of the country suddenly swelled. Like a boil is ready to erupt. Damn it, who made the terrible blunder? The lot of the country has all gone up significantly. Our lot is depressed. Stuck!"

Alaric snorted, "RSVP, Dono!" he said sharply.

Dono nodded, "I know, Boss. What I said was that it was serious about the impact on the trading floor!"

Alaric groaned in resentment, "I don't care! That's the old man's and Aymard's business!"

Dono stopped moving, looked at Alaric for a moment. Only then did he realize that it was not the phenomenon on the trading floor that had fluctuated immediately since the break was over that Alaric focused on. That's not it. Or all other things that are his responsibility as Vice President Director accompanying his father.

As usual, he would throw everything at Aymard while he was busy dealing with the company's profit differences meticulously. If even a little bit looks good, soon he plans a lot of things. Market expansion? Or the company's continued investment?

No. It was Aymard's business, his big brother.

What Alaric plans is how to invest profits from his personal work as shareholders, owners and heirs in the form of a pleasant investments. Must be fun because otherwise what's the point of it all? Like for example two months ago, Alaric managed to invest his profits in the form of a 48-meter yacht. Ordered at a Normandy shipyard, he immediately upgraded his Swedish Cherry wood floors to make it shiny imperceptibly. In Monte Negro, he ordered every interior railing to be gilded in the finest gold. This fun investment has taken Alaric several times to explore the Aegean Sea and Mediterranean with his perfect lover. Lat week, this investment led him to enjoy the Balearic Sea on the Iberian peninsula. Now Alaric's investment is moored in one of the ancient ports of Eivissa. Ibiza, the tongue of modern people mentions it.

That kind of person Alaric is. So, it is very clear that Alaric does not like anyone whose investment values greater than himself. Especially if it comes from the mysterious AR.

"What is your planning, Boss?" asked Dono.

Alaric glared angrily, "AR! Who is these person actually?"

Dono was silent. The other three people were silent. Alaric shut up with a squeeze. They looked down, Alaric shuffled his waist, holding back his anger in silence.

"It's been three months since I told you to find out!"

Dono sighed, "Mysterious still, Boss. Except for her most likely a woman."

Alaric frowned, "A woman?"

Dono nodded.

"How did you know?"

Refraining from emotion for the sake of hearing Alaric's cynical tone, Dono smiled faintly, biting his own tongue not to curse back. There is no courage to say how stupid Alaric is as the Boss who ordered to find out AR's identity. How could he knows? Of course, by the way of investigating according to Alaric's orders!

"There is a note in the name of AR's Assistant at the Paris Hérmes. Order something vintage and rare at a Chanel boutique. Also a special perfume ordered from Firenze."

Alaric nodded, "That's it? So what kind of woman could be she is when interested in vintage Hérmes and rare Chanel?"

Dono grimaced, "Conservative, I guess. A lady, maybe?"

Alaric shuffled his waist again. Now grabbing any proposal from the table, rolling it up and then immediately using it to hit Dono on the back of the head.

"Don't you dare anymore say "I guess" or "I think". All of you are my PA's! Don't make me shame with appearing that kind of fool!"

Dono said nothing even though he wanted to throw a fist into the spicy mouth of the pretentious Young Boss who was incompetent at work. Damn, he still desperately needs the huge bonuses from the Alaric family company. Dono knew that his highest payment among the PAs was worth it. Personal Assistant who is categorized as an Expert Assistant but must concurrently be a nanny for a spoiled young man named Alaric Rainier Dirdja. The candidate for CEO in the parent company. While Aymard the Eldest Son, only got another company owned by the Dirdja family that is less flashy.

This boy, Alaric, thinks his family's wealth is limitless. The Dirdja family's parent company has indeed become large since the marriage of Aymard and Alaric's parents. Their maternal grandfather was very influential. Respected for his business skills worlwide. With a formal background in Law, he really counted by. His maternal grandmother loves Alaric very much. Thus, although Aymard was the eldest son, to Alaric luck and perfection of life rolled. Even Grandma's gift made Alaric's personal account twice bigger than Aymard. Its not fair for Aymard who racked his brains to move the wheels of the family business but thats what really happened here. So, it's not surprising that in the end Alaric was very dependent on Dono and Aymard.

"Find out all the details of AR! I want to be very detailed! If the details are not perfect, don't report it!" shouted Alaric angrily as he slammed the door of his room.

Dono exhaled a long breath, relieved. His eyes rolled once then turned to his three subordinate Assistants.

"Okay, the Prince wants another Pony. Not a reality that our stock is on the brink."

The three people put on a concerned look complete with a sad smile. It is commonly known their Young Master pursue luxurious goods and premium styles as an attribute of his lifestyle. Alaric doesn't think his lifestyle choices threaten the company's coffers. He is a young master who was born charming with a silver spoon in a lid. Continuously gagged with silver spoons that are getting bigger and bigger by Grandma who loves him very much.

*****