HIS CUTIEPIE

More Than Words

"East Wing entrance." Mew informed his chauffeur.
"Alright Sir."

Mew smiled as his car turned into the main entrance of the King Dusit Royal Hospital. It was a magnificent looking hospital. It was one of the hospitals that Panich had set up to help underprivileged people from the lower income groups. The man had money and he seemed to a philanthropist as well. He was still immensely unhappy that Panich got the contract and not his company. Yet, he also realised how good his competitor was when it came to the products that his company produced or created. Mew wondered if his venture into the IT world could be futile as he was spending more than he was gaining from the companies he created. His business dealt with oil and gas. His family business started with oil and gas. Nevertheless, he was a very competitive man. Hence, his business ventures in the IT world.

Panich actually came from the left field. He set up his company in Bangkok when he was managing it from the United States. Nobody knew much about the man at all. He most of the time would send his team to deal with negotiations and they were the best in their fields. In less than 2 years that Panich set up his company in Bangkok, it somewhat became a unicorn company like Grab and Xiomi. When the man retuned to Thailand, he chose the life of seclusion. He had seen Panich on television or more often recently when he was embroiled with the death of the model whom allegedly he was having relationship with. Then, his face was plastered all over the place. The case was still under investigation and it seemed that the man himself disappeared. Mew did not want to jump into conclusions. The police would investigate and he would wait for the verdict.

"I think that's him. Let me get him... You just wait in the car." Mew told his chauffeur.

The driver stopped the Bentley and Mew immediately left the car.

"Hi." Mew said while smiling at Gulf who was also smiling at him as well.
"Hi... That's a sick car!" Gulf eyed the gleaming Bentley. He got one of the same model that Zee got for him for his birthday but in a different colour.
"You like it? I can get you one." Mew grinned at Gulf.
"I am good actually... I don't like driving in Bangkok traffic but the car is beautiful." Gulf told the man.
"I can also get you a driver."
"Wow... You are a real sweet talker huh?" Gulf pointed.
"Actually I am not... But when it comes to you... I desperately need some brownie points." Mew admitted.
"Feed me first... Then maybe I shall consider giving you any points."
"I'm so sorry... I've booked Sra Bua and ordered some dishes in advance. If you don't mind..."
"No... Sure... Let's go. Sra Bua? Mr Suppasit... I shall award you 1.5 brownie point." Gulf smiled at the man as he got into the car.
"Just 1.5 point? For Sra Bua?"
"Yeah... It's hard to woo me you know..." Gulf replied.
"It is one of the best restaurants in Bangkok... For 1.5 point? How can I top that huh?" Mew queried.
"I don't know... You have to be creative Mew." Gulf responded.
"What's your favourite food?"
"I eat everything..." Gulf shared.
"By the way... How did you get to book Sra Bua at very very short notice?" He questioned Mew.
"I am very good at persuading people."
"Maybe your money is more persuasive than you Mew." Gulf said.
"Actually... My assistant begged and grovelled."
"Hah... Mild? I should thank him in person." Gulf smiled and his smile became wider when he saw Mew looking a little unhappy.
"That's very efficient of him." He added.
"He has to be efficient because he is working for the super efficient me." Mew muttered.
"He is a nice man." Gulf could not help himself.
"He isn't actually... Not THAT nice." Mew tried convincing Gulf.
"He did secure a table for us at Sra Bua Mew..."
"Well... If he didn't... I would fire him." Mew was becoming a little impatient.
"Mew..."
"What?"
"Are you jealous of Mild?" Gulf asked him.
"Huh?"
"Are you jealous of Mild?" Gulf repeated the question.