Dusk Sky
CCTV

The clothes that Baskara had previously bought were neatly arranged on the bed.

The twilight that had just come out of the changing room frowned in confusion. "What the hell are you doing, Mom? I don't like it."

Baskara led her to sit in front of the dresser. Hand over the warm chocolate before then taking one of the mini dresses and showing it to her.

"Why do you think you don't like this? though this includes the best-selling products in the store this month."

"The color." reply Twilight quickly. "The colors are both strong but combined that way."

"okay... What about this one?" Baskara took the others.

"The collar is too down. Newly nice to wear with a girl who has a big chest."

"You're not included?" goda Baskara who immediately got a throw of slippers house that his wife wear. "I'm just nanya, ayy." he said amid a rush of laughter.

"okay.. Okay.. We continue." Baskara raised both of her hands while the wife was still looking at her sharply.

One by one the clothes were shown to Dusk. And Dusk would comment on every piece of clothing even though he did not know why he had to do such a thing.

"You still don't like it even if it's a best-selling product. You know what the point is?"

Dusk shook. Because she still did not understand the meaning of what her husband did.

"Not everyone looks at you from your perspective. Could be that his chest is not big but still mutusin buy and feel good when he wears. And other clothes too. Because everyone has their own taste."

This time Dusk nodded. She understood what her husband meant. He could not only make clothes that he wanted to wear. But it also has to follow the tastes of the market. Adjust to what the customer wants.

"And your custom design that you say doesn't fit. Did you ask your design team?"

Dusk shook his head and smiled shyly. He felt the need to solve his own problems without involving them. But at the end he was made dizzy himself.

Baskara grunting. Raise the wife and move her on the lap. "You're a team. So work must also be teamwork, right?"

"So I can't bear to see their disappointed expressions. So I thought about how I should solve the problem mas."

"But your team will also want to be involved dear.. They are also entitled to know the next design to be used to replace the previous design that was stolen."

"Yes I was wrong." murmured Dusk.

"And who knows the design you say doesn't fit that they like, right?"

"Yes mas. But I think I have a new design now." Dusk immediately rose from the lap of the husband, took a sketchbook in his bag and sat down at work.

Baskara asked the housekeeper to take care of the clothes scattered. After that he joined the wife who was serious with pencil and color tools.

Folding his chest hands and sitting for hours looking at his wife who was seriously working did not make Baskara bored.

Occasionally Baskara pulled both ends of his lips as the wife frowned and erased the picture in annoyance.

"What if this one's a mas?" dusk Show with sparkling eyes. "I turn this part the same." point it out with a pencil on two parts. "The rest is not too change the pattern that has been cut."

That crescent-like smile came up. Hugged his wife and said. "If you wear a cool head, it's done, right?"

Dusk who also returned her husband's embrace nodded. He as the highest man in the company should not be carried away by emotions. He should be able to solve the problem with a cold head.

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Tomorrow, Dusk will hold a meeting. Discuss the design results with the design team. And they all agree and some add some suggestions that are directly discussed before determining the final result.

"Finally not a loss." one of the design team breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes. Finally so deh get a bonus." as well as others chimed in. Makes Dusk laugh to hear it.

Everyone cheering. They believe that sales will increase as before.

Their sales are increasing every month. Although not significant, but there is always an increase. Both through online sales and those in malls and boutiques held specifically by Dusk.

"Tok.. May join?"

"North!" exclaimed some employees when they saw Orange standing at the door with a paper bag in his hand.

"Round trouble! could-can just back fitting the problem already runnin." sneer Dusk.

"Your boss why the hell, De?" ask Orange at Dea who is closest to him. "Just came to be sprayed."

The one being asked is just chuckling. It was not new that he saw the two friends fighting and quarreling. But there was never a farewell between the two.

"You may go out." orders Dusk directly obeyed his team. Orange handed the paperbag to Dea to share with others. As his holiday.

"Duh duh duh.. Serem's face was very. Why the hell Ja?" Orange takes a seat near Dusk.

"Why did you say? look at what you've done!" Dusk shows their social media on Orange. Where the last post that was none other than a picture when they met was plastered there.

"Lho, can I upload this? I thought I was just uploading merchandise?"

"Not that upload?" tanya Dusk confused.

"Not! I will upload it that is sold by the kayak you asked. Never uploaded a photo of this."

"Don't you take that picture?"

It just so happens that the camera that is always wearing orange hangs on its neck. He opened photos in it including photos when he was on vacation with his small family that made Dusk sneer.

"This is the photo I took." said Jingga ignored the character of her sister-in-law. "The angle of acquisition is different. And you see where I was at that time?"

Dusk observes the photos in the camera orange and compares with those uploaded on social media.

"Who did dong get?"

Orange pointed at CCTV. "If you look from the angle of the shoot, the person sitting here took the picture. We can see from the CCTV who it is."

Dusk laughs. Laughing at his mind that doesn't get there. Because previously he was sure the picture was a picture that Orange took.

"Lo brain tumben can be used." praise Dusk patted the orange shoulder that was immediately pushed aside with disdain.

"Gue is pinter! I am the one who hates me."

Not responding to the protests that Orange did. He headed straight to his room to check CCTV on the day he held his usual monthly meeting.

All employees are young. He just graduated and he felt he could trust them all. Seeing their characters, no one acted strangely anymore until they stabbed him in the back like this.

And he will not be rash in making decisions. Because surely whoever that person has his own reason why it can do like that.

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