Khaotung groaned as the blaring alarm dragged him from a pleasant sleep. He squinted at the clock, blinking away the remnants of his dreams to read 11:30 AM. Today was supposed to be his much-needed day off. He stretched, savoring the brief moment of freedom before rolling out of bed.
The shower was a welcome refuge, the hot water cascading over him as he let the warmth melt away the tension from the past week. The rhythmic sound of the water against the tiles was soothing, and he lingered under the spray longer than usual, enjoying the brief escape from his usual responsibilities.
Dressed in comfortable clothes, Khaotung made his way to the kitchen. He prepared a simple breakfast—just toast and black coffee, a far cry from the elaborate meals he usually cooked for First and his team. He set his phone on the sofa, its speaker blaring an upbeat tune as he hummed along to Dua Lipa’s "Levitating," his movements light and carefree.
With a broom in hand, he swept the floor with exaggerated dance steps, adding little spins and hops as he sang. He occasionally paused to switch loads of laundry, keeping the music on as his motivation. His kitchen was soon filled with the combination of lively music and the aroma of fresh toast.
Ring ring
The unexpected sound of the doorbell interrupted his carefree morning. Frowning, Khaotung wiped his hands on a towel and padded to the door. He opened it to find Finn, one of First’s bodyguards, standing there with an unreadable expression.
"Finn! What are you doing here?" Khaotung asked, perplexed. Finn’s stoic demeanor did little to ease his confusion.
"Boss First sent me to pick you up," Finn replied tersely.
Khaotung’s face fell. "But it’s my day off."
"Get ready. I’m waiting in the car," Finn said, turning to leave.
Khaotung muttered curses under his breath as he closed the door, irritation seething through him. "Seriously, why does he have to ruin my day off?" he grumbled, shuffling back to get dressed quickly.
A short while later, Finn drove Khaotung to a location far from the familiarity of First’s penthouse. The building that came into view was nothing like the upscale residence Khaotung had come to know. Instead, it looked like a high-end nightclub, with bouncers positioned outside and a flashy neon sign proclaiming its name.
"Why have we come here? Wasn’t our destination supposed to be First's place?" Khaotung asked, his confusion deepening.
"Boss," Finn corrected with an air of finality.
"What?" Khaotung was bewildered.
"Call him boss," Finn instructed, his tone flat and devoid of any further explanation.
"I don’t want to," Khaotung retorted, his eyes flashing with defiance.
"You brat," Finn muttered angrily. He got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, clearly annoyed.
Khaotung followed reluctantly, his mind racing with irritation and curiosity. "Does everyone have to act like a jerk around here?" he muttered under his breath, feeling more like an outsider with each step.
Inside the nightclub, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the routine of First’s penthouse. The interior was opulent, with plush seating, golden accents, and a bar stocked with top-shelf liquors. Patrons, dressed in sharp suits and glamorous attire, mingled and danced, creating a lively buzz that made Khaotung feel even more out of place in his casual hoodie and black denim pants.
As he scanned the room, taking in the extravagant decor and the dance floor filled with energetic revelers, he spotted Mark approaching him from across the room.
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