Jerome's Plan

A burly man does not hesitate to slam his opponent into the ring. After the referee's count ended, the man's right hand was raised and it was immediately announced that he was the champion. Everyone in the audience cheered for him.

"Alva! Alva! Great dear! Yes, like that. You are great!" Such was the scream after scream that echoed throughout the boxing arena.

Alva bravely walked through the sea of ​​​​fans. It's a shame he can only play as a street fighter, even though he's really great and really deserves to represent his country in international championships. Just see, if that happens then everyone will be proud. His country will certainly be indebted to him. However, of course that will not happen because the government will not want to spend a penny from the state for it.

Without anyone noticing, that someone was watching Alva's movements. A man wearing a sports suit complete with earphones plugged into his ears.

"I'll be at the office in a moment," said the man who then hurried away.

*

Jerome entered Alex's company. His hand gave the car keys to the office security, but his feet kept walking. The way he walks is really dashing, he looks like a professional model. One of the office maids helped take off his coat, another one helped put on another.

He walked straight to Alex's room. Upon arrival, he looked at Alex with a strange look. His breath hitched a little. Billi who watched it just smiled, because he felt Jerome had held his breath to get to the room he was in right now.

"How was the service?" asked Alex.

Billi retorted, "Why ask like that? He must really like it. We've seen him together on the monitor, he looks like a model."

In contrast to Alex, Jerome looked at Billi with a cold gaze. Then he started asking Alex, "What's all this for?"

"Nothing," Alex replied, then continued, "I just want you to be more careful in carrying out your duties. This is a trading company, and I gave you the task of being a spy. What will they say to you? here just come and then just go. Your job isn't just for that, but more than that. But other people's eyes only see you like that."

"In essence, don't show yourself too much as a spy, your name is also a spy. Your profession is like a secret agent," added Billi.

Having not yet grasped the atmosphere, Jerome did not stop wondering. "Did I do something wrong?"

Alex smiled, patting his eyes lightly on the shoulder. "No. We're just improving the safety and comfort of the company. We're currently doing a test run."

"Okay, now I expect seriousness from you." The atmosphere in the room turned extremely silent as Jerome began to show his seriousness. "I have a plan you can try to get back to Brother-in-law."

Alex's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Okay, I'll tell you what the plan is."

The sound of the clock ticking filled the room. The wind that came in through the window was able to make the decorations in the room move like they were following a rhythm. The room, which was occupied by three men, was very quiet.

"But I-" Alex's words were cut off by the sound of his cellphone, there was an incoming call from his big client, he immediately picked it up. "Yes, good afternoon, Mr. Broto."

While waiting for the call to end, Jerome re-explained his plan to Billi. Billi only responded with a few nods.

"But why do we have to do this drama? Even though we just have to find his wife Alva, then tell her that her husband has an affair, Alva must have a fear of his wife, right?" asked Billi plus a little explanation.

Jerome nodded slightly. "Yeah, I see what you mean. We can do that. However, I'm not sure if everything will go so smoothly, considering Alva is a great fighter who has a lot of fans. Of course that can be used as an excuse for her to admit sister-in-law as part of fans and that would be easy to believe because his wife is used to Alva having a lot of fans."

"Billi, arrange a flight to Los Angeles for tonight," said Alex, cutting off the conversation. Without another word, he just left alone.

Billi and Jerome looked at each other.