Losing Game

Chapter 1 - An Inside Look

50...49...48...47

With every decreasing number on the elevator panel, Saint's heart begins to beat more rapidly. Suddenly the tie around his neck has become too tight for him and his hands are starting to clam up. He is lucky that they're coming all the way from the top of the building so it gives him more time to pull himself together before reaching the ground floor.

"He will trust you more if this all goes well. This could change his outlook on you....or....no...it will. It has too...you can't afford to fail...not this time" are the thoughts clouding up Saint's mind.

He's been to shareholders meetings before but more as a background character just agreeing to whatever his grandfather said. It's different this time, he is actually proposing a new idea to them and having to give his own presentation by himself. He's done all the research needed and has gone over the numbers more than a hundred times, if not more.

...Breathe...

He feels his phone vibrating in his back pocket and knows it's because of his friends. They've been sending him encouraging messages since seven in the morning. He'll admit that his confidence was at an all time high while in his apartment until he heard a knock at his door. When he opened it, one of the company drivers was standing in front of him. "Good morning Mr. Namsiripongpun, your grandfather has requested me to take you to his home."

This was not in Saint's plan for today. He had hoped to go straight to the office when 9am rolled around. He wanted to go into the conference room beforehand to make sure everything would be working and to psych himself up for an hour.

When he arrived at his old home, he was greeted by the workers of the house and then escorted to the dinning room where his grandparents were having breakfast. It was a quiet but tension filled meal. At any chance he got, his grandfather would ask questions regarding his proposal, making sure he was confident about everything but in reality it was tearing Saint's confidence down.

21....20...19...18

To the left of him is his grandfather and surrounding them are eight of their employees. Saint isn't a fan of his grandfather and him standing out among everyone else due to their suits. If he was to try and guess the color of it, it would be a greyish blue but more leaning towards blue. It looks nice on him so he makes a mental note to send a message to Opp later to make sure this color shows up in future packages to him. His grandfather on the other hand went with a grey color suit that is less tailored to his body unlike Saint's.

5...4...3...2..."ground floor" is that last thing Saint heard before the elevator door opened.

"Pick up the phone! You're already fifteen minutes late!" is all Tommy shouted into his phone before placing it in his back pocket. He may be in the break room area but he is still on the clock. He checks his watch to see the time and reads 9:45am. God he better show up in five minutes or we both are dead and right on cue, his forgetful coworker/ roommate barges into the back room with wet hair and toothpaste stains surrounding his mouth.

"Zee what the hell?"

"I know...I know but I forgot to set the alarm. I got woken up by Max almost burning down the kitchen with his breakfast. By the time everything cooled down, it was 9:30" Zee stated while fixing his hair in the mirror and wiping away the toothpaste residue.

"I think this is a sign for us to always start work at the same time, but anyway put on your apron and let's head to the cafe. Jem and Emma have already started on some of the drinks and snacks for two out of the six meetings today."

As they walk over to where the cafe is located within the building, they witness a group of employees exiting one of the many elevators. Black suits aren't uncommon within the building but out of the corner of his eye Zee spots a bluish suit among them. Before he could even point it out, Tommy fills him in on what their work day will be looking like. "They must be the people from the top floor. Emma said they have two meetings today, one in the morning and one around three if I remember correctly. We only have to cater for the first one since the restaurant will take the second meeting. Let's get the day started!"

"Did you text him good luck? Did you say it's from both of us or just you? Make sure you remind him of the three major benefits for it bei-"

"P'Mild!! I already texted him while you were arguing with the receptionist and caddie." Orn replied not once looking up from her phone as she texted away.

"Orn, this is his first official meeting where he is actually doing something. Aren't you worried? We should have offered to be there. I could call hi-"

"Phi.." Orn calmly said, interrupting her brother once again, "of course I am worried and I already tried to get us into the meeting but it is for nothing we are a part of. Now go, it's your turn to tee up and I need to send a message so do take your time." a big smile spreads across her face because she knows he is going to hit it into the water no matter what. She already has a 50$ bet on it.

She finally lifts her head to see her brother trying to find his perfect angle for a split second before returning her eyes to her phone.

Orn - The surprise party is in two month on the 25th. His sisters said decorations and food are already figured out and that all we have to do is show up with gifts.

Opp - Okay but is it formal or casual wear?

Orn - Formal and also no "funny" gifts.

Orn - You owe me 50$

Opp - Tell P'Mild to get better. He's making me lose money. Ughh..see you on Monday