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"May I come in Sir?"
Patrick Kerso looked up from his table with a smile on his face "Come in Santa. You know knocking policy really doesn't apply to my best friend's son"
Santa replied with a small smile "Thank you Sir but I tend to keep my professional and personal business separately"
Patrick got up from his chair "That's what I like about the most Santa. You're very professional and loyal to your work"
"Again thank you. What do you have for me?" Santa asked politely waiting for his Boss to continue. Patrick turned behind to pick up a file "You know that our company's job is to provide personal secretary to wealthy businessmen"
Santa nodded
"I've a job for you. The money is double from what you get here and you'll be given other incentives like house rent, medical claim and bonus at the end of every six months"
Santa raised his eyebrows "Wow. Looks like someone is desperately in need for help" he joked. He saw Patrick had a sheepish look on his face and now he understood there was more to come "Is there something you want to add"
"Our client is....actually he's a tough guy to handle. He's very flamboyant....a brat you can say....umm.. he's hired sixteen secretaries up till now and no one was able to stay more than a month"
Santa almost gaped at his Boss. Who the hell was this guy and what did he think of himself "Sixteen secretaries?"
Patrick nodded "Like I said he's a tough guy. His secretaries are either fired for slacking off on the job or they quit because 'he's' been slacking off" he finished with a sigh
Santa nodded taking in the information. He was intrigued from inside and suddenly wanted to meet this one in million man who could annoy sixteen secretaries
Patrick saw Santa was in deep thought "If you're feeling uncomfortable then you don't have to take this job. I can ask David to..."
"No" Santa straightened himself "I'll do it. How hard can it be right"
Patrick smiled "We'll then it's settled. Remember our company has never gotten complains before. All the secretaries I've recruited, they have never dissapointed me"
"You can count on me Sir. I won't let you down"
"I know" Patrick nodded with pride "You can start from tomorrow"
Santa gave a nod and was about to leave when he turned back around "I forgot to ask. What's the name of my new Boss?"
Patrick extended his hand giving the file to Santa "I think you might have heard about him. He's son of multi millionaire Tanapon, Perth Tanapon"
And just like that Santa felt a cold bucket of water was dropped on him....twice!
NEXT DAY
Twenty five year old Perth munched on his sandwich while looking at the papers infront of him. His father had yet again thought of starting a new project just to add more bucks in his already over flowing bank accounts. Not that he complained but this was getting into a routine every few months "I hate when it comes to calculating profit and loss" he muttered analysing the reports of new project
The door to his cabin opened and in walked a man "Good morning son" Perth looked up "Good morning Dad. I was just reading your project"
"That's good but I came for other reason"
Perth looked at him with raised eyebrows
"I found a new secretary"
Perth opened his mouth with frowned expression but his father raised his hand "Hear me out Perth. He's only twenty three years old but good and I mean really good. His agency had awarded him as best employee of the year"
"I don't need a secretary"
"Yes you do"
"No"
"It would be easy for you if you get an extra hand"
"I'm fine by myself"
Tanapon took a step closer and used his stern tone "I've already appointed him and you'll accept and respect my decision"
"What if I don't like him? What if he's just like previous secretaries I had"
"You don't have to marry him Perth! Just give him a chance" Tanapon argued back "Why can't you just stick to one good assistant"
"Bacause none of them are good"
"Perth my decision is final. He's standing outside and...."
Perth's eyes widened "Already?"
Tanapon huffed out a breath "Yes he's standing outside and I'm going to call him in. I expect you to behave"
Perth glared at his father but in the end sighed in defeat "Fine send him in"
Tanapon smiled and pressed a button on the phone "Send Mr Pongsapak"
Perth froze at the name. No no no no...he must have heard the wrong name. He couldn't be. Pongsapak? For real? Was it really him? After what like....five years? No no no that's not possible. He was not ready for this. He couldn't face him again
There was a knock at the door and Tanapon spoke "Come in Mr Pongsapak"
Perth's eyes were glued at the door hoping, praying even begging what he was thinking was wrong. The pen he was holding was about to break in half if he added any more pressure but still his grip only tightened. Why would he agree to see him?
Santa took a deep breath and stepped in the cabin "Good morning Sir. Myself Santa Pongsapak" he extended his hand and Tanapon shook with a smile "Good morning Mr Pongsapak"
"Please call me Santa"
"Very well. Santa meet my son and your new Boss Perth Tanapon"
Santa turned his gaze on Perth hard, cold and burning "Good morning Sir"
Fuck, thought Perth. He was so screwed. He tried to keep a impassive face and cleared his throat "Go.. Good morning"
Tanapon waved a hand "I'll leave now. Santa you can start from today"
After the man was gone Santa smiled like he had achieved his biggest dream. He looked oddly calm yet dangerous. It actually confused Perth for few seconds. Had Santa forgotten him. His illusion was shattered when Santa spoke up loud and clear
"Remember me? I'm Santa..." he leaned in and lowered his voice to deadly whisper "....the boy you cheated five years back"