"We got the information and their hideout, sir," the voice on the phone confirmed.
"Thank you so much. Let my secretary handle it," Zee replied calmly before the call ended.
"Are you and Mr. Saint Suppapong alright, sir?" the agent inquired.
"Yeah, we're fine. Thank you," Zee assured him.
"Call us anytime, sir."
Fighter gently placed the phone back on the nightstand and kissed Saint's head as he lay beside him.
"Did they get them?" Saint asked softly.
"Yeah, we're almost there. All we need is your dad's phone," Fighter replied.
Zee had briefed his hired secret agents about the incident where someone was following them. The agents provided a tracking device which Zee discreetly attached to the follower, leading them to gather crucial information and locate their hideout. They hadn't anticipated being followed that night, which caught Zee off guard and resulted in his boyfriend getting stabbed. Fortunately, Fighter was able to heal the wound immediately, but both were shaken by the perilous situation.
"As for your scratches, they've healed too," Saint said, running his fingers over Fighter's arms where the scratches had been.
"Yeah, I don't even know how it happened," Fighter replied with a sigh.
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"Can I work near Saint, mom?" Zee politely requested of his mother.
"You love him that much, huh?" Mrs. Panich smirked and playfully pinched the tip of her son's nose.
Zee scrunched his nose and looked at his mother with pleading eyes. He wanted to spend his time at work near Saint because he was worried something might happen again, like last night. He was determined to prevent any harm from coming to his boyfriend.
"Alright. I'll inform my staff to arrange your table. You want it next to Saint?" Mrs. Panich offered.
"Anywhere is fine," Zee replied.
He would work anywhere in his boyfriend's department as long as he could keep an eye on him. After the incident the previous night, his priority was ensuring Saint's safety, no matter what.
A few hours later, just after lunch, all of Zee's belongings were moved to the Accounting Department office. The staff placed his new table in a corner, two meters away from the other workers' desks. Everyone in the department was puzzled by the sudden addition of a new table.
"Did they hire someone?" Zol questioned his coworkers as they observed the new setup.
"It looks like it. They didn't inform us though," Saifah replied, eyeing the newly arranged desk in the corner.
"Whose table is that, sir?" Zol asked one of the staff members.
"It's—"
"Good day!" Zee's cheerful entrance interrupted the conversation as he greeted everyone warmly.
"Where's Saint?" Zee inquired.
"He went to the finance office, sir," Zol informed him.
"Alright. Thank you, Zol. By the way, starting today, I'll be working here with all of you," Zee announced with a smile, settling into his new workplace.
"Is that yours, sir?" Zol asked, surprised, as were the others in the office.
"Yes. Don't mind me; carry on with your work, everyone," Zee reassured them before heading to his desk.
In a matter of moments, the office fell into a quiet, focused rhythm. The ambient sounds of keyboards clicking, papers flipping, and pens scratching against paper filled the space as everyone delved into their tasks. Zee kept stealing glances towards the entrance, eagerly anticipating the arrival of someone special.
After a few minutes, his charismatic boyfriend entered the office, carrying a stack of papers in his hands. He headed straight for the CFO's desk, engaged in conversation, and handed over a document. Zee watched with adoration as his boyfriend settled into his chair, immersed in his work. The sight of him, serious and focused, only heightened Zee's affectionate gaze and smile.
Resting his head on his hand, Zee couldn't help but admire his boyfriend, feeling a warmth spread through him. He found himself captivated by the way his boyfriend bent his head to read or write, his neck exuding an attractive aura that made Zee's cheeks flush. Chuckling softly to himself, Zee touched his warm cheeks, reveling in his own silly infatuation.
The CFO noticed Zee's enamored gaze and clicked her tongue disapprovingly a few times, unable to believe what she was witnessing.
"Look at him, he's so in love," she whispered to Saifah, who was working beside her.
"Yeah. Sir Saint is so lucky to have him," Saifah replied, clearing his throat loudly afterward. The noise brought Zee out of his daydream, prompting him to refocus on his work. He straightened up in his chair, cheeks tinged with a slight embarrassment from being caught in his reverie.
Saint looked over in the direction Saifah was pointing and furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance at the disruption. Saifah quickly apologized with a wai gesture, then discreetly pointed towards Zee's direction. Confused, Saint raised his eyebrows and mouthed a silent "what" at Saifah.
Saifah continued to gesture towards Zee, and suddenly Saint understood what he was trying to convey. He followed Saifah's indication and turned his gaze towards Zee's new workstation. His eyes widened in surprise and realization.
"Fight?" Saint whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Saint stood there in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape as he watched Fighter at his new workstation. Without hesitation, he got up and made his way over to him. Fighter mirrored his excitement, ready to embrace him, but Saint intercepted his movement, guiding him away from prying eyes and into the nearby kitchenette.
Behind the privacy of the kitchen wall, Saint gently pressed Fighter against it, cupping his face tenderly.
"What's my baby angel doing here in my office?" Saint teased, planting kisses on Fighter's flushed cheeks.
"Um, working?" Fighter replied with a grin.
"Working or supervising me?" Saint smirked, pressing a playful kiss on Fighter's nose.
"Both," Fighter admitted with a scrunch of his nose after the kiss.
"Thank you," Saint whispered, leaning in closer as if to kiss Fighter's lips, but Fighter gently covered his mouth with his hand.
"We're at work, Saint," Fighter murmured, his voice soft but firm.
"Just a peck, Fight," Saint pleaded.
"No, your peck is never just a peck," Fighter chuckled behind his hand.
Saint settled for kissing Fighter's fingers instead, eliciting a giggle from him. He continued to pepper kisses all over Fighter's face.
"I love you, Fight," Saint murmured between kisses.
"I love you too," Fighter replied, his heart warm with affection.
