Satria and Destiny

chapter 7

A man with unsteady steps walked into the elevator, his destination was one of the units in an upscale apartment.

The black hat that always accompanies his wherever he goes, looks dashing perched on his head.

When he was right at the unit he was aiming for, the bell was rung. Only once did he hear someone's footsteps approaching the door.

A man with unsteady steps walked into the elevator, his destination was one of the units in an upscale apartment.

The black hat that always accompanies his wherever he goes, looks dashing perched on his head.

When he was right at the unit he was aiming for, the bell was rung. Only once did he hear someone's footsteps approaching the door.

It didn't take long for the apartment door to open slightly for him.

"Good evening, young master," he greeted kindly.

"Evening." Short, solid and clear, don't forget to stare with sharp eyes like you don't like to have your night disturbed.

"Excuse me, may I come in?" he asked still in a polite tone because he worked for this young master in front of him.

If the voice challenged him, he might be kicked so far that it would be impossible to get his job back.

"Is the information you carry important? If it's not important, I don't want to waste my time listening to your chatter," the arrogant young master whispered.

"Of course I believe this information is important to you, sir. Because it relates to the girl that yesterday sir asked Gnat to investigate."

The man called young master squinted, he remembered the girl who rejected him three days ago.

"Yeah, come on in."

The door was wide open, the man in the hat followed his young master into the apartment.

"What information do you have on him?"

"Eheheh, apparently the young master is really impatient to know the information about the beautiful girl."

"If you want patience boss, look for someone else, because patience is not in my dictionary of life, you know me right, I'm Gionardo. Don't ever look patient with me because I want everything to go smoothly and quickly." The man who called himself Gionardo spoke while pointing at himself proudly.

"Sorry for my wrong words, young master." Giving in is the way of the ninja to secure a position.

"Yes, get here quickly! I want to hear whether you really carry important information or not."

With a triumphant smile, the man in the hat took out a brown envelope from the backpack he was carrying. Then, the brown envelope was handed over to Gionardo who couldn't wait to receive the report about the girl who had humiliated him in public three days ago, precisely in front of all the restaurant visitors who wanted to try the menu for the first time.

"This young master, you can check yourself who the girl is."

No need for one or two more to be asked, the young master immediately opened the brown envelope like an employee who had just received a monthly salary and couldn't wait to see the amount.

From inside the envelope, several photos of a cute girl with beautiful eyes were taken out. Various expressions exist in the photo that the man in the hat managed to take secretly.

"Her name is Andira, Young Master."

"I have read!"

"O'o, sorry."

A sweet smile which then changed to a sly smile was clearly visible in his eyes when he looked at the young master who was still focused on staring at the girl's photo.

"Andira Imelia Hartanto. Khem, quite a good name. And, hahahaha... of course the last name will make it easier for me to get it," said the young master with great confidence.

A white paper with black ink full of reports was already in his hands, making him very sure that with the power of just one clap he could bring the girl to her knees before him.

"Find out details about her parents' company. I love messing around with dirty girls like her."

"Yes, young mamessing

"Ahahahah... just look at this sweet girl, tomorrow you won't reject me again, and I'm sure you'll fall to your knees in front of me. Please beg for me to be close to you!" He was very happy with his confidence that had soared.

The man in the hat in front of him felt calm and safe because the information he brought was able to satisfy his famously temperamental young master. If he didn't like the information he was given, he would not hesitate to immediately move his men to the streets.

In this world it is no longer a secret, it is the rich who triumph. Rich people will always win in everything, or often called, rich people are free do anything. If the rich people don't like one, it will be very easy to find a replacement.

"I know why Agas chose you to carry out my orders, because he knows your brain is a little thinner than the others. In a short time you get everything about that girl."

"Heheh, I also believe in this power," he said pointing to his head.

Gionardo rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Well, this is for you!" Handing over the brown envelope he took from the drawer, of course the contents were different from the one the man with the hat had brought earlier, "Now you can get out of my sight and come right back with the information I asked for! If you're slow, you know the consequences, right?" Raising eyebrows very arrogantlthe

"I know, young master. Young master, don't worry, you don't have to wait long, I'll definitely be back soon."

"Don't just talk because I don't need bullshit."

"Okay, I'll prove it. Then I'll excuse you."

"Hmmm."

"Excuse me young master, good night."

The man in the hat slightly bowed then turned towards the exit of the high class unit.

A happy smile spread on his lips with the hand that was carrying the brown envelope patting it the other hand seemed to indicate that he was carrying a lot of money.

"Ahahahah, apparently it's that easy to get money from these rich people. I don't regret being your subordinate if you do it like this, Gas. You're the best for me because I gave you a job just to find out about Dira."

Agas was the young master's personal assistant earlier. He is good friends with Agas and Agas knows that this friend must know Andira, who is still in the same housing complex as him.

There was no mistake, it turned out that they were in the same educational institution when they were still in elementary school, so it was very easy for the man in the hat to get information about Andira and her family.

"Sorry, Dir. I'll sell information about you first, I'm your childhood friend, I'm proud because young master Gionardo is curious about your life.

Eh, but how can you be so ignorant to a single heir like him. Ckckck, you're so stupid, Dir. In the past, I often saw you win the championship.  Dira, Dira, it's okay, it's okay if you don't care, you'll be a cash for me."

The man in the hat continued to monologue with great pride until he returned to the big motorcycle that is usually used for racing. He's a racer, but investigating people is his day job.

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Gionardo stared at a beautiful face with light make-up. Very simple appearance but still looks elegant.

"I'm curious, how far can you sell expensive to me. Andira, beautiful name, fits the person too."

He brought the photo closer to his face and kissed it.

"Good night, Andira. Happy waiting for tomorrow because the game is ready to start, hahahaha...."

Gionardo threw his body onto the sofa, he raised his legs stylized with his hands still staring at Andira's photo. He can't wait to see Andira begging him after yesterday's pretentious sale.