CLIENTS AND DUTIES OF DEAN
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Please come in," Zalina said.
The beautiful woman with blonde hair and dimples on her cheeks stared as she looked at Zalina.
"You ..."
"Yes, Miss Riris Putri Wijayanti. I am Zalina Maharani, please sit down," Zalina said kindly.
Yes, Zalina's client is none other than the woman she met in Narita, Riris Putri Wijayanti. Who would have thought that they would meet again in Jakarta.
"I always remember your name well."
"I didn't think that the woman I accidentally hit was a well -known lawyer. You don't even look like a lawyer. You look more like a photo model."
Zalina just laughed a little. "Thanks for the compliment, all right now we're straight. What can I do for you, Miss?"
"Nope ... call me Riris, without the frills of Miss, or others. I'm more comfortable if I'm just called by my name. And if it's okay, I'll just call you Zalina, how?"
"No problem, it's comfortable. So, what can I do to help?"