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Stepping into the elevator, Tharn continues. “Look, im just saying—maybe your impulsiveness wasn’t such a bad thing this time around!”
“Tharn, oh my god, drop it.”
“It’s been what, six months since you last hooked up with anyone?” Tharn asks aloud but continues knowing his boss won’t grace him with an answer. “And two years since your last relationship? What if you do meet this guy again? You’re gonna let him slip through your fingers?”
Kongpob rolls his eyes. “Tharn, the chances of me meeting him again is slim to none. This city is huge.” Tharn opens his mouth to argue but Kong quickly continues. “And even if we did meet again, we’re only here for a week. Did you forget that?”
Tharn shrugs. “No, but your luck tends to kick in at the right times.”
Kong scoffs.
“Come on! What if he’s ‘the one’, haven’t you always wanted to fall in love on your own terms and with the person of your choice? How much longer do you think your mother is going to buy the ‘I’ve just been so busy lately, I haven’t had time to go out’ excuse before she starts actively setting you up with anyone that breathes in her direction?”
Kong grimanced. Tharn had a point. It’s been a few years since his father stepped down and Kong took his place, and at first, Kong hadn’t lied. Things were busy when he first became CEO. A new system to adapt to; a lot of department heads to replace (there was a whole issue with that, and Kong likes to pretend it didn’t take a few years off his lifespan when he had to explain it to all the new departments), and a whole bunch of other responsibilities he hadn’t fully expected when he was accounced the company's head.
Kong wasn’t supposed to be in this position anytime soon, but due to circumstances, he was thrown to sharks, and expected to survive. He’s done well so far, or so he likes to believe, but now that things settled, his mother is expecting him to settle down soon. He understands his mother’s concern; he does feel lonely at times, but he just hasn’t found anyone worth the effort. A lot of people just want him for his money, or the status his family name brings, but he wants someone to fall in love with and be loved in return for just him. He sighs. The guy he ran into was cute, yes, but like he told Tharn, the chances of him running into him is slim to none.
Plus, he looked at me as if I was a speck of dirt on his dress shoes, Kong thought. He might have been cute, but that superiority air around him is definitely a turn off.
Shaking it off, Tharn and Kong stepped off the elevator and onto the floor they were to designate to by the woman downstairs.
Kong wasn’t nervous, far from it actually. His father had been looking forward to this opportunity for a very long time. Suthiluck & co. had tried many times in the past to work with the US based company but something or another would always come up. This time, when Jumpol Ent. contacted them, Kong’s father did not hesitate to let his youngest son know that this was an offer that could not be refused. He even went as far as wiping Kong’s plate of other deals and said that he wasn’t to comeback until he secured this one. Kong likes to believe his father wasn’t serious… but best be cautious and make sure he put on his best game face.
They were turning the corner when they were stopped by someone.
“Mr Suthiluck?”
Kong blinked but nodded quickly. The young man smiled tightly and held his hand out. Kong shook his hand as he continued. “I’m Type Thiwat, Mr. Ronjnapt’s assistant. Thank you coming in, I hope you found your way okay?”
Kong smiled in response. “Yes, we did. Once we arrived, the lady at the front told us it was okay go right on up.” Tharn nudged Kong sharply. He internally sighed, clearing his throat. “Mr. Thiwat, this is my assistant Mr.—”
“Tharn Kirigan, a pleasure,” Tharn said, reaching his hand out to shake Type’s. He flashed the other a flirtatious smile, Type slightly taken aback by the action. Kong rolled his eyes, knowing he’d hear all about this later.
Type seemed to collect himself, pulling his hand back none too quickly after realizing he was still shaking the man’s hand. “R-right, it’s a pleasure to meet you too. If you both will follow me?”
Kong followed Type, listening as he explained what was to happen from now.
“I’m sure you’ve been briefed on what the deal entails and how things will proceed after the end of the week?” Type said.
Kong nodded, noting to remind Tharn to double check the accomodations for next week.
“Mr. Ronjnapt wants to make sure that everything has been cleared between both parties before we come over to Thailand next week. Obviously today will be a day to hash out any kinks there are within the contract, but we feel that it shouldn’t take more than two or three days to have everything ready.”
“Mr. Thiwat, if you don’t mind,” Tharn pipped up, “For how long does Mr. Ronjnapt plan to stay in Thailand?” The two guests were directed into what must be the CEO in questions’ office. Type showed them where they could sit, then walked over to the mini bar placed off to the side, putting together a small kettle of hot water and some mugs with tea bags in them. “We are aware of the fact that you guys do have to travel back and forth, and that this project might take a little more than half the year, but the briefing packet never really explained what would be done on your part.”
Type hummed in agreement as he made his way over. “I do understand that that was left out of the briefing packet as per our CEO’s request. I can’t go into further detail, but as soon as Mr. Ronjnapt arrives, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to explain.”
Kong and Tharn nodded. “Where is he right now, if you don’t mind me asking,”
“He should be here—”
The door slammed open and a man—the CEO perhaps? Kong and Tharn thought—quickly walked in, his head down, skimming through the papers in his hand. “Type, Jesus, I really hope they’re not upset, I don’t even understand why they always need me when I—”
Type cleared his throat loudly, grabbing the man's attention. The expression on his face when he realized they weren't alone was like a deer caught in headlights.
The room was quiet, awkwardness settling in quickly. Type sighed, shaking his head. "Mr. Suthiluck, Mr. Kirigun, this is Mr. Arthit Ronjnapt, the CEO of Jumpol Ent."
The man, Arthit, blinked a few times, before his eyes narrowed in thought.
Please don't remember, please don't remember, Kong internally pleaded.
"Hey... weren't you the guy who spilled coffee all over my shirt?"
Fuck.