RULES OF THE GAME (English) BounPrem

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The car was speeding down the Bangkok highway at night. Prem gripped the steering wheel tightly and pressed down on the gas pedal. Tears were streaming from his eyes in an endless stream, obscuring his view. He wiped them away with his sleeve and looked at the road again. All the while, the phone kept ringing off the hook. Prem lowered his gaze to the seat where his cell phone lay, only to see the familiar name on the screen once again. Boun was calling every five minutes. It was annoying, but Warut persisted in ignoring the calls. After an hour, he finally pulled into the parking lot outside Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Resting his head on the headboard of the seat, the man closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. He had to pull himself together and decide something. Picking up his phone from the seat, he quickly clicked on the airline's website link. Looking at the flights, he finally settled on one of them. After booking his ticket, he went to the hotel booking page. Warut only looked at a couple options before quickly selecting and making a reservation. Thinking was difficult right now. There was absolutely nothing he wanted to do.

Prem sat in the car for a while longer, after which he took his travel bag and got out. The man abandoned the car in the parking lot, heading to the airport building himself.

Some more time, check-in and going through the green corridor, and now he was already sitting in the airplane. Prem was most afraid that he would be overcome by bad thoughts during the journey. So he took a vial of pills out of his pocket. He drank two of them at once and finally passed out, falling into sleep.

He was pulled out of oblivion by a soft shake on his shoulder and a woman's voice on the speakerphone announcing about the imminent landing.

- Excuse me, mister. Our plane has begun its descent and will be landing shortly. Bring your seat back to the upright position, - said the flight attendant.

Prem rubbed his eyes and slowly raised himself up. His back was a little stiff from sleeping in one position, and now it tugged unpleasantly. The return to reality was not a happy one.

Leaving the airport, he got into a cab and headed for the hotel. As much as he wanted to, he would have to call the office and warn them that he would be gone for a few days, maybe even longer. Gathering his thoughts, the man finally pressed the call.

The phone rang in the office.

- Good afternoon. Mr. Warut's office. What can I do for you? - said the receptionist. - Oh, it's you, Mr. Warut! Yes, I'm listening.

Boun immediately jumped up, running to the secretary's desk. He had been on the spot since early morning, hoping that Prem would come to the office after all. Warut was always responsible, so the blond knew the man would make himself known.

- Okay, Mr. Warut. I hear you. Don't worry about it.

- Melanie, let me talk to him? - Boun said, reaching quickly for the receiver.

- Mr. Warut, Mr. Noppanut is here. He wants to talk to you... What? Okay, I'll be sure to tell him. Goodbye!

The secretary lowered her hand, putting the receiver back. Boun looked at her with disappointment.

- Shit! Melanie, I wanted to talk to him.

- Mr. Warut said he couldn't talk right now. Warned me he'd be out of the office for a few days, maybe a week. He asked me to tell that you, as his deputy, should take care of the office's business while he's away.

- Understood, - Boun said in a disappointed voice.

With quick steps, he walked back to his office, slamming the door. Collapsing into an office chair, Boun sighed heavily. The blond man rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. He thought about something for a while. Then he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Scrolling through the list of contacts, he finally dialed one of them. A long beep sounded in the receiver.