Fated to be yours

Chapter 14

Gulf comes downstairs for breakfast and sees all the house staff members huddled together, whispering among themselves but as soon as they see him everybody disperses to go back to their work but not before greeting him. He sighs as he watches them scurry away. No matter how many times he tells them to treat him like one of them, they still see him as their boss.

Mew has been out of town since yesterday so being alone he decides to sit at the kitchen table for breakfast instead of the dining table. P'Fon smiles at him when he steps into the kitchen, "Oh, Good morning Gulf. Breakfast is almost ready. Come, have a seat" she gestures to him to take a seat at the barstool.

"Good morning P'Fon" instead of sitting he walks around the kitchen island to get the plates and cutlery to set the table so she won't have to. "Did something happen Phi? Why was everyone gathered in the living room like that?" he enquires and as an afterthought adds, "Is everything alright?"

P'Fon takes the plates from him as she answers, "They must be talking about the Mew's new announcement I think."

"New announcement?" he tilts his head in confusion.

"Yes, you didn't hear? Master Mew has decided to add one more benefit for his staff. From now on, all the education expenses of staff's children will be borne by him. Isn't he the best?" she beams.

Gulf had known how generously the Jongcheveevats staff are treated, from their salaries, accommodations, medical expenses. Now even the education expenses! Indeed, it's a great thing. "It's a great thing P'Fon, now Wad and Prae can choose their university without worrying about the fees!" he exclaims, giddy at the thought. (Wad, Prae- P'Sajja, the gardener's grandchildren Gulf tutors.)

As he sits for his breakfast, his phone rings making him smile when he sees it's his mother-in-law. "Good morning Mae. Do you know Mr. Suppasit..."

*

Mew slumps on his office chair and loosens his tie, "What's next?" he asks his assistant and pulls out his phone.

"Suit fitting for the upcoming charity ball next week" Mild provides without missing a beat.

Fuck! Mew curses in his head. He had totally forgotten about the event. It's a private charity event hosted the day before New Year. More like an event where all the rich and snobbish people gather in the name of charity but in reality, they are there just to gloat about their wealth and make business deals. Mew hates the phoniness of the whole thing but has no choice but to attend the event every year. If he could he would just write a fat check for the donation and be done with it but Alas!

"Tell Andy to just send my outfit here, I am fine with whatever he chooses" he dismisses without taking his eyes off his phone. Andy is his friend slash designer, who is always responsible for his every outfit, especially the big events.

Mild rolls his eyes. "Sure you are 'fine with whatever'! and it's not like later you are going to send me back and forth fifty times to get you a suit you finally like the best!" he remarks sarcastically, still sour about the last time Mew had said he was 'fine with whatever'.

"I hate you" he scowls at Mild. He has been out of the town since yesterday and just returned and now he has to go for suit trials?

"The feeling is mutual, Sir. But you are going to Andy's fashion house yourself. I refuse to be your butler."

"Ugh, fine!" he acquiesces, not having enough energy to rile up his assistant.

Mild pats himself on the back for convincing his boss so easily before he asks excitedly "So, did you ask Gulf to be your date for the party yet?"