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Philip: I CAST FUCK EVERYTHING IN THAT GENERAL DIRECTION!

Song: My Type

'𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝 '𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑'𝚛'
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Incoming plot

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That afternoon, Philip immediately packed a small luggage. There's no way in hell he's gonna sleep in 'SEA Asean' building tonight, knowing he sent that forsaken picture to everyone. And going back to his own compound that is filled with his employees that will bombard him with work is also not a good idea. A catastrophe is bound to happen when they all arrive, they'll be nagging him on end about this fetish that he never put his curiosity into. For the time being, he switched his phone to airplane mode, for he senses a foreboding approach of new messages that will come to haunt him. 

The filipino changed into a casual disguise set of attire, with a baseball cap hat and a black mask, hoping not one of his friends will come home early. He sat idly on his bed. He can't seem to get things out of his head-- if it wasn't for the bitch who demanded the photo, he wouldn't be in this nerve wracking situation.

His thoughts flew back from the entirety of that text mail…

His reputation. Tarnished.

His public image. Tainted.

His sex life? Suddenly it became a hot topic.

The orient pearl blushed like a newly blossomed rose. He really doesn't know what to do. Philip groaned to himself. His gaze shifted to his phone beside him. Idiot. He reminded himself.

Why didn't he bother to buy another phone?

He picked up the device, hesitance written all over his face. Oh yeah, that's right. He needs to contact someone to let him stay for a while. With an easy conclusion, the probability is.. anyone will take that chance! Not for being helpful, but most likely to delve deep about the weird fetish.

Still, he needs to contact someone.. But who? That 'Send to All' button summarizes his thinking and assumptions, though there's gotta be someone.

What if.. Asean? No, he's always in his compound filled with his employees. He barely comes home (to their SEA Building), and he probably never invited anyone.

Brunei? He seems a bit decent and calm in his text.. but he's still curious. That's worrisome. Philip bit the corner of his lips while brows are furrowed together.

Israel? He's a good friend but inviting himself to his home might get the hopes up for the jew. He places a hand on his chin as his eyes seem to travel distant.

Timor? He doesn't like visitors, and he's in his phase. Agh! Philip scratched the back of his head, no one is coming to mind anymore and-- 

His eyes widened in realization.

Well, he could still intrude in the cursed abode of the culprit of his mischief.

No no no! He's better than letting that bitch know what happened. He could imagine her failing to contain her laughter and possibly add her fuel to his raging fire. He sighed in inevitable defeat.

With ironclad resolve, he pressed his phone as the screen lit up. Eyes furrowing, darted to the 'airplane mode' icon. He gulped and with a strong will, he turned the network signal back on.