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In the early morning of L.A., the sun was peering over the bustling streets and the birds were chirping along with the rumble of vehicles on the road, sat a cozy, corner café called 'Dawn Of The Dusk'. It was your average, everyday café with its usual, talkative customers and lazy—tired and didn't want to be here—employees.
Gawin, an aspiring guitarist who so happens to have a office job, loved this place. He even became close friends with one of the baristas due to how often he came here.
"Well, look who it is! Never thought the day would come for good ol' Gawin to wake up early!" The adorable-looking employee with a charming smile said to his best friend.
"I'm always prepared, Book!" Gawin grabbed his order with a smug smile on his face, "You know me!"
Gawin gave his friend a lazy wave and slowly walked up to his favourite spot in the building. The spot was fucking perfect! The morning rays of the sun hit perfectly through the window, it was far away from the smelly bathroom, and it was quiet compared to the rest of the place. That's why it was perfect for Gawin.
Until...
Gawin stopped in his tracks.
Who the fuck was sitting in his favourite spot?
His steps quickened.
His breathing became heavy.
His eyebrows furrowed.
The stranger at the round table, that he usually sat at, seemed to be on a call. He was looking out the window and spoke in an aggressive tone. Gawin didn't care about how furious this man seemed, he needed to demand for his seat back!
'Can't believe some asshat is in my spot!' Gawin thought as he tightened his grip around the cardboard under his order and fastened his pace.
His morning just had to be ruined with this prick. It was supposed to be a good start to the day for him. He just got a new job at a famous firm, bought himself a new suit, and even got to see his friend at the start of the day. Now, he had to deal with someone who indirectly pissed him off.
He placed his coffee on the smooth, white surface and sat on the chair opposite to the stranger with his arms crossed. The guy on the phone seemed to notice Gawin, and even turned his attention to him.
"Sorry to cut off our call," The guy in the business tux said through gritted teeth, "there is a guy in the seat across from me. We will talk later."
Gawin was able to see the guy clearly now. He looked like business—business that Gawin didn't not wanna fuck with—but it was too late. The dude was already staring daggers at the poor guitarist. "Can I help you, sir?"
"You are in my seat. You can help me by finding a different seat," Gawin tried his best to seem polite, but it didn't exactly shine through, "This is my seat, and it has always been my seat."
The guy in front leaned on his hand against the table, "Oh—really? Cause' I don't ever recall seeing you in this seat before."
Gawin felt his veins pop through his forehead. The reason why this guy has probably never seen Gawin here before is probably due to the fact he has never been in the building this early before. Gawin decided to be the 'better' person in this situation, and apologised.
He got up from the seat opposite to the fancy man, "Y'know what? Yeah, you're actually right. I apologise for bothering you this early in the morning. I just haven't had my coffee yet. I'll move to another table."
Gawin said that rudely by the way.
"Well, glad to hear that you have decided to grow a pair." The guy said with a smirk, and then sipped his disgusting-looking coffee order.
The guitarist dropped his cup of coffee as the words made their way through his ears. The brown liquid splashed onto the ground leaving a wet mess. Gawin threw his bag onto the ground, turned around, and angrily stomped toward the bitch in his seat.
He placed his right leg onto the armrest and grabbed the dude by the collar. "Okay, I was going to let you off, you son of a bitch! But you have just made my start of the day utter bullshit!"
"Are you able to afford a tuxedo this expensive? If not, I would implore you to release me this once or things will get ugly, Gawin."
Gawin dropped the guy's collar immediately and stepped a few feet back, "How on god's green earth do you know my name?"
"Well, it wouldn't be smart of me to not know the names of my employees. Because they so happen to be the people who decide what the outcome of my business's name will be. So, would you like to be fired from this job or would you like a new position?"
'Fuck. I need this job. I'm even behind on rent.' Gawin thought as he heard the cold words spat at him.
"That's what I thought. You and I will be very close colleagues. I mean—you are going to be my assistant—after all." The man stood up from the chair and flattened down his Polo shirt.
This was Gawin's new office job. He was employed to be the assistant to the CEO of the famous firm he had applied for. And the one person he had to fuck everything up with just so happened to be the CEO of said famous firm.
"I'll see you at work, Mr. Caskey." His boss confidently walked past Gawin, making sure to bump into his shoulder causing Gawin to fall into the wet mess he had created on the floor previously.
Gawin looked at his soaked pants and stained shirt. He clenched his hands into two balls of fists and his eyes trailed off to look at the café's exit. His boss, Mr. Joss Wayar, was looking down at him with a cunning look. Gawin was so fucked.