Hello, CEO! Don’t Play With Me!

Andrew walked confidently into the building that houses the quarantine for Miss World this afternoon. His flight to Milan had been uneventful and his destination wasn’t just Ford either. He can’t let his guard down even though what he’s doing now is for work. Her father was watching her without pause as if she could run away whenever the urge arose.

Unfortunately, Andrew didn’t want to do it. If he could, he would have done it long ago. With his mother still needing him and the support of the Kingston family, Andrew couldn’t help himself.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You have arrived, Mr. Andrew.” One of the Ford staff welcomed Andrew and his team.

As a courtesy, Andrew nodded briefly with a charming smile. It was fine if his arrival attracted attention, but what was he here for other than meeting some of the event officials to discuss the news that would be related to the organization of the event, he had other business here. hopefully there was a little time he could get from Giselle.

Before flying to Milan, he took the time to send Giselle a message.

Me:

I have a meeting at Ford today. I hope to see you. Let me know if you’re free. Can you?

Unfortunately, the message did not get any reply from Giselle. Even though it has been checked several times, Andrew’s chat balloon is still the same. There was only Giselle’s reply message, which was several days old. But it didn’t matter. ignored because Giselle was busy with quarantine, it was still acceptable. Especially since Andy’s regular reports said that Giselle was always eager to follow every schedule.

This includes her new friendship with a model named Harvey Princessa.

“You guys go see Andy. I’ll catch up with Andy and the team soon and tell him that today’s progress report will be discussed together after my meeting.”

“Yes, sir.” Some of the team soon joined Andy and his colleagues who had already arrived. Covering and broadcasting snippets of the contestants’ activities during quarantine. With the quarantine only a few days away and preparations for the big night starting, there would be a lot of things to discuss and talk about including broadcasting rights.

Miss World’s social media accounts are increasingly crowded with netizens who want to support their idols. Several candidates have emerged as favorites of the public and as the owner of an entertainment company like this, the movement of Miss World’s social media accounts must always be monitored.

And Giselle is one of the favorite nominees who is idolized by many. Perhaps aside from her beauty, some of the Q&A sessions that took place during the activities inside the Ford building, Giselle showed her intelligence. Although sometimes, according to Andrew, there is still a lot to be improved from her mission or vision towards something.

“Mr. Woddy is waiting for you, sir.” The staffer spoke again and directed Andrew to follow him to the room where the boss was waiting for his guest.

Andrew didn’t mind if he had to say hello for a while. “By the way, what are the contestants doing today?”

“Dress fitting for the big night. Just in case something isn’t quite the right size and there’s also a photo shoot for the cover story after the awards night.”

Andrew nodded in understanding.

“Usually Mr. Woddy goes around to monitor the activities. For this quarantine, he never left the hotel. He is always monitoring the models’ activities.”

The man wearing a navy suit from a famous brand could only smile in understanding. As someone who knew many dark secrets of the world of artists, celebrities, high-ranking officials, super models, and many influential people in this country, Andrew knew exactly why Woddy Heckering didn’t leave the hotel. Preferring to work a little on the side rather than sit quietly in his office in the center of Milan.

Kristen Paulina is the answer.

Had it not been for Woddy’s considerable influence, news of their affair could have spread quickly. It could have threatened the integrity of Woddy’s household and her position as CEO of the agency that oversees major events such as Miss World.

Andrew just feels that if the winner is Kristen, it means that cheating really happened in this event. Except, Kristen has the competence to win through intelligence and many other assessments. Andrew is curious who the judges of Miss World will be this year.

“Come, sir.”

The door to Woddy’s room was wide open as he welcomed his assistant and himself in. The slightly built, bald-headed man got up from his oversized chair and greeted Andrew cheerfully.

“It’s been a while, Andrew,” she said kindly.

Which was immediately greeted no less cordially and in his hand, which had been carrying a bag as a gift, he gave it to the owner of the room.

“Gosh, you’re such a bother.”

Andrew chuckled. “Connie’s cigars are the best. I recommend them to you.”

Woddy laughed excitedly. “Hanry’s son has always made me proud. It’s no wonder that my friend has so much hope and trust in me, Andrew.” He patted the shoulder of the man standing in front of him proudly. “How is Hanry?”

“It’s fine.” The one thing she was most tired of; feigning interest when it came to her father. Including everything that the old man had. And passed it down to him with great pride. It was as if the old man had put his full trust in Andrew to manage it well.

Unfortunately, it was a high level of camouflage by the father to maintain his image as the best husband and father in public. Sadly, many people believed and doubted that Hanry could be as ruthless as threatening Andrew to do whatever he wanted.

“I’m looking forward to the big night. All the contestants are excited and I don’t think there’s a single activity that they’ve missed.”

Andrew smiled broadly. “I’m glad to hear that.” He took out a file that was in his bag. “I hope you’ve studied the preparations for the live broadcast of the final night’s program in advance. As for the crew, the sponsors of this event and I have discussed and divided them into the right corners to get the exclusive news.”

The file was received with a confident look. “I’ll study it first but I’m sure you did your best.”

“I’m glad you put a lot of trust in this shoulder.”

Woddy laughed. “You’ve always been formal, yes. You can talk in a casual tone with me, Andrew. I already think of you as my closest relative.”

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, Andrew just nodded. he also chose to wait for the owner of the room to read what he submitted earlier. At least if there was already an official approval, he could just discuss it with the team as the final part. Although most of his team had already been informed, it didn’t hurt to make sure nothing was missed considering this event, a fairly prestigious and important event. Involving many names and invited guests who came were not from ordinary circles.

The cell phone in Andrew’s pocket buzzed softly. Andrew wanted to ignore it, but it seemed to have caught the attention of Woddy, who was concentrating on studying the file.

“In case it’s important, you can pick it up first.”

Andrew felt bad about it but he asked for a moment of silence. “Thank you and excuse me, Uncle Woddy.”

When she picked up the phone and looked at who the caller was, ah… wrong. But an incoming message from…

Giselle?

If only he could prance for joy, it would have been done. Unfortunately, this was Woddy’s workspace. He can’t just act like that.

Giselle. N:

Eight o’clock, Onion cafe opposite Ford. Come separately. I only have an hour to spare.