Behind his dimpled smile and sugary eyes lies a past of hardships. Zee lives aimlessly, hopping from job to job, unable to keep stable employment. But when he is invited to take a position at the prestigious Haven Hotel, Zee's life changes from a le...
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Cliché but true, it was a game of cat and mouse. That was the atmosphere between Zee and Chawarin. No, better yet, Zee could imagine that this was the precursor to a battle, a war.
"Hey, come to the eighth floor."
"Is something wrong, Khun Chawarin?"
Chawarin tapped his feet while standing in the elevator, "Just come when I tell you."
Zee walked towards the doors, but at that moment, Chawarin pressed a button and the doors shut in front of Zee. He snorted, rolling his eyes at the childishness.
The cat won this round. However, what Chawarin didn't know was that the mouse was actually a wolf in disguise.
"Hey, come pick up the trash on level six."
"Yes, Khun Chawarin," Zee saluted to the shorter man, "Would you like me to pick the trash up and give it to you?"
Chawarin whipped his head back to Zee and glared at him. Zee chuckled, raising a hand to his cap, tipping it over to the superior.
"Ah, I guess not," Zee snickered, "I'll be on my way."
And this continued. For several days.
"Hey," Chawarin crossed his arms as he gestured with his head, telling Zee to come closer.
Zee raised a brow as he apologized to Nat and walked closer to Chawarin who leaned on the elevator door, keeping it open. Zee sauntered over, pushing his cap flush against his scalp. And on the same door the Associate Director held open, Zee put a hand above Chawarin's head and slowly leaned into his space. Zee smiled as he moved his face closer to the younger man. Chawarin thrust his head into his own shoulders, almost like he was a turtle. This made Zee's grin thicker.
"What is it, Khun Chawarin?"
"Ahem," Chawarin cleared his throat, stepping away and straightening his blazer, "I need you to-"
"To?" Zee cut him off, slightly humming this word as he smirked at Chawarin glaring at him.
"I need you to go mop a mess on the second floor."
"Was there an accident or spill?"
Chawarin bit down on his inner cheek, "Just go. If you can't find the mess, I expect you mop the entire floor until you find it."
Zee smirked, cocking his head slightly closer to Chawarin. They stared at each other as Zee gave a light snort. So basically, he's telling me to mop the entire floor, even if there isn't anything to clean?
