The moment he answered the phone, Sarayoot couldn't help but smile upon hearing the bright, cheerful voice of 'Khun Secretary' who called him three or four times a day.
"I must apologize really for calling and bothering you so frequently, Khun Sarayoot. My boss, Khun Teeradon, is now uncertain whether the computer technician he wants to meet is the same person as Khun Wittawin or not."
"Based on the description you gave, it should be him, because we don't have that many technicians who go to work sites," Sarayoot answered in his usual gentle voice, unaware that on the other end of the line, someone was grinning widely with fluttering eyes, charmed by his deep voice.
"Do you happen to have a photo of Khun Wittawin? I'd like to show Khun Teeradon to make sure we have the right person. Otherwise, we'll waste Khun Wittawin's time if he comes and turns out to be the wrong person, like when you came. I don't want to get scolded by my boss," Toey requested a photo of the 'defendant' for his boss.
Not just dropping wrenches that nearly hit his head and deliberately disobeying orders to come meet him, but also sneaking into the exclusive club without paying membership fees or entrance fees.
Sarayoot hesitated, unsure how to decide, but Khun Toey took advantage of his uncertainty, pleading softly while offering various explanations, until the computer company owner had to agree and promise to send it via email.
"Phone would be better—more convenient. Send it to my number: 081-825-0707. Khun Sarayoot, write down my number, please: 081-825-0707. Let me repeat: 081-825-0707."
"I don't know how to send it," Sarayoot replied softly, making his listener laugh and tease him about working for a computer company but not knowing how to send photos via mobile phone.
"I do management. I don't really know much about these things, especially mobile phones."
"If you're free, I will teach you," the capable secretary offered to help.
"When?" Sarayoot accidentally asked, making the other side go quiet for a long moment before answering.
"Uh, not sure yet, but…um…" Toey hesitated, suddenly tongue-tied. "Um, probably soon."
"In that case, I'll send it via email for now," Sarayoot concluded. Toey agreed and described the type of photo he wanted Sarayoot to send, but the other party had questions.
"Not an official photo?"
"A casual one would be better—more like the real person."
"The real Wittawin is quite plain and quiet. The kind of photo you want doesn't really exist—it's rare," Sarayoot tried to visualize it.
"There must be some. A photo with an innocent smile, or tilting his head playfully at the camera. Everyone takes photos like that. If you're free right now, I would even like to come help you choose them. But I need to rush to finish work for my boss. He's about to strangle me. When you met Khun Teeradon, you saw how fierce my boss can be."
"Yes, I'll take care of it right away."
"Thank you so much. I don't know how to repay you," Teeradon's secretary said earnestly, thanking Sarayoot once more before hanging up, thinking to himself that Sarayoot seemed to like him too.
Repaying him with his own body—wonder if Sarayoot would accept.
If everything works out, these two companies will have a very close relationship...
Teeradon grabbed a document folder and walked out of his office. Looking toward his secretary's desk, he saw that Toey had already left.
The handsome CEO smiled slightly upon seeing a note stuck to the back of the computer monitor, written in neat handwriting completely unlike his own: "Don't forget—don't party and drink until you forget tomorrow's meeting in Hua Hin. Will send SMS reminder."
I never forget about partying and drinking, Khun Toey. I don't forget about meetings either. But whether I'll skip out afterward—that I can't guarantee.
Friday evening after work, Teeradon was never free. Someone always had to be by his side. But tonight was an exception because he didn't intend to stay out late, and tomorrow he had to travel to another province. So he arrived at The Dazzle club at 5 PM to check that everything was in order, and to 'emphasize' to the door security that if 'someone' managed to sneak into the club, they should 'send' him up to the office.
I'll lock that handsome monkey in a room. Ordered him to come to the office but he never once complied.
And I don't really believe Toey about telling Wittawin to come meet me. Toey sees see as moody and unreasonably difficult. Just over small matters, I had him called the company owner to meet and threaten to terminate the contract. What Toey said about tracking down Wittawin—I think Toey didn't follow orders.
What would Toey know? He claims to understand me, but it's not true about everything and not true every time. What is he thinking now? Even two Toeys couldn't figure it out. He probably doesn't know that the face of the person who almost dropped a wrench on my head keeps floating around, constantly disturbing my peace of mind in an indescribable way.
Why...
That day under the building was quite dark. When I stopped because something fell near my head and looked up, light from outside reflected onto the face of the 'handsome monkey' hanging from the iron rail. All I could see was a pale face floating above my head—large, dark eyes that looked both sad and stubborn, with an intriguing sparkle. Dark eyebrows angled upward, showing his 'defiant' nature. A prominent, well-defined nose with a slightly upturned tip.
Full, luscious lips, temptingly red—kissable...
While Teeradon was pleasantly lost in thoughts of the 'red-lipped monkey,' he was startled by his phone ringing. The absent-minded executive sighed softly and answered with a stern voice.
"Khun Toey, it's almost 6 PM. What do you need to order me around about?"
"Not ordering you around, sir—who would dare? I'm just calling to warn you that tonight around 6 PM, don't turn off your phone, and absolutely don't delete my MMS without reading it first. Because if you do, you'll regret it so much you'll want to bite your own tongue, and I won't send it again." His secretary ordered his boss with a serious tone.
"Don't call me tonight. I'm going to the club to grab a singer to practice singing and sleep with." Teeradon's voice was threatening.
"I can practically see it," his secretary laughed, amused by his own imagination, before saying his next sentence and hanging up stubbornly. "How cute. What kind of person are you? Just wait for my MMS, boss."
Teeradon stood frowning in confusion mixed with shock at being called cute.
Is Toey going crazy? Don't tell me he's fallen for my charms too. We've worked together all this time without any signs. Out of nowhere, he's going to start liking me? No way. That would drive me completely insane...
But what MMS...
Maybe it's a photo Toey took of himself to show off. That would be going too far. Let me see—if my secretary sends me sexy photos of himself, I'll really fire him...
Teeradon shook his head, got in his car, and drove off. When he reached the security booth, he remembered that his stubborn secretary still hadn't sent the guards up to meet him. So he rolled down his window and terrorized the guards until all three men sitting in the company gate booth were pale with fear.
"I'll be merciful this time, but next time you'll get it hard. Remember this—when that motorcycle comes, send him up to see me immediately." Teeradon ordered, then sped off in his large black S-Class Mercedes, leaving the three guards staring after him with expressions like they feared for their lives.