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"This is the list of shows that requested interviews. I haven't added the ones which offered you to star in movies and dramas since I knew you wouldn't accept those yet. But the product endorsements were also on the list. You might consider them while you're here." Prem explained. "My goodness, Fluke! I turned off my phone immediately after I dropped you off here because I knew these people wouldn't let me sleep. As soon as I opened it again, tons of messages kept on coming that my phone almost broke down!" Prem complained as soon as he entered his best friend's house.

"I'll buy you a new one. Don't worry!" Fluke said nonchalantly and continued eating his breakfast.

"You must! It's your fault anyways." Prem replied sarcastically. "Did you get any sleep?" He asked as soon as he took a seat and started putting food on his plate.

"Nope." Fluke answered. 

Prem looked at him with disbelief. "How could you still look good without any sleep?" 

Fluke looked at him and smiled. "What else do you want? I'll buy you everything."

Both of them laughed at what he said. They missed it. Though Prem visited Fluke sometimes wherever he was staying, it only took a few days, so he still missed his best friend.

"Where are we going first?"

"Let's just hang out here today. I don't want to go out yet. I want to have at least a day of peace." Prem nodded his head. "And I missed talking to you in person, you know."

"What about this?" Prem pointed to the list he carelessly slammed on the dining table. 

"I'll look over the product endorsement offers later." Fluke said. "I won't do any interviews. Let's just post a video or something on social media. If I do the interview, questions might lead to something deeper, you know."

"Right."

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"P' Boun, how many do we still have?" Ohm asked. It was already ten in the evening. He was in the car going to another photoshoot.

"We still have two," Boun answered and raised an eyebrow when he saw Ohm frown after. "Don't you do that face on me. You were the one who told me to finish all your remaining commitments as soon as possible. I talked to you about the line-up and when they would be scheduled." He sighed. "Then instead of taking a day of rest after the other work, you insisted on doing it right after the other."

"I just want to finish everything fast. I want to be out of the company as soon as possible."

"You will be, my friend. . .  Just two more, Ohm and we're done with them." 

Ohm just nodded and leaned himself on the backseat.

When Fluke left him so clueless about the reason why he left the country, he went to Fluke's family house. He wanted to know why he did not tell him about it. They were on-screen partners for three years, so he should at least have the right to ask why. 

"Pa," He said and wai-ed at the older man who welcomed him at the door. 

"Ohm. It's late. Why are you here at this time?" The older man asked and told him to go inside to take a seat.

"Papa. . . about. . . about Fluke. . ." 

The older man sighed and just put his hand on Ohm's shoulder. "Let him be, Son. He just needs to leave and think of what he really wants to do in his life. He'll come back, I promise you. He will." 

Ohm let out a deep sigh. "Did he tell you the reason?" 

The older man nodded, "Yes." He gave a sympathetic look to the younger man beside him. "But I can't tell to you. Let him be the one to tell you. Will you be able to wait for him?"

He nodded sadly. "I will, Pa."

A few days after the talk, he asked for an emergency meeting with his management company about his contract with them. Since he was still tied up with a contract for another three years, he couldn't just leave and follow wherever Fluke was. He wanted to, but the company threatened to sue him for breach of contract.  His manager, Boun, and him, together with his lawyer, talked to them about squeezing out his projects as much as they could. Good thing the company agreed with their proposal as long as all the projects were done well. Since he was also an in-demand actor and endorser then, the least he could do was two years and seven months, then he would be out of the company and work as a freelance artist. 

He then felt a hand tapping his arm, "Wake up, Buddy! We're here."

He looked outside the window and saw people kept on walking with lights and other props for the set. 

He exhaled deeply, "Two more, and we're done. I can't wait to see my love."

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