Mafia boss and a Photographer [PondPhuwin]

3. Call for Consciousness for the 3rd time.

Petch is a nocturnal creature.

Although Petch wakes up early to take pictures during the golden hour, he can get the shot in and out. However, when it comes to work that requires focus, delicacy, and attention to detail, such as editing, composing, or post-production, he prefers to work at night.

Last night, after returning from the party, Petch was extremely exhausted, but he ended up sitting down to edit the photos he would submit as the first draft.

He didn't get to bed until around 5 am. He thought to himself that he would have another job in the evening, so waiting until sunrise to sleep wouldn't be a problem.

He didn't think that the problem would call him at 10 am. Petch was very sleepy and wanted to pretend he didn't receive the call, but when he composed himself and saw the name saved in his phone, his senses returned immediately.

Because those beautiful, smoky eyes still haunted him.

So, he sacrificed his sleep from the night before and sat down to review all the work he had done. After just 10 minutes, he found the answer.

Theerakiet Kian Aseni, a half-Thai, half-Russian businessman, and his temporary boss at the Aseni fragrance brand, where he's in charge of the Falcon Collection.

So, when he saw the name of the caller at 10 am, clearly recorded as Theerakiet, he was certain that no one else knew him by that name. Coupled with the memory of his phone being confiscated for a moment last night, he could piece together who the caller was.

The question on his mind was, why did he call? Why didn't he call Aran instead?

Of course, he only dared to ask that in his mind.

What he could do was rush to wash his face, brush his teeth, take a shower, and change his clothes. He hesitated for a bit while choosing his outfit before walking out of the room.

His life was usually quite calm and peaceful, almost to the point of being boring. He didn't enjoy nightlife or clubbing; instead, he preferred to travel alone with his camera, going on solo backpacking trips.

This preference also applied to his wardrobe, which consisted mainly of simple, plain clothes: basic T-shirts, shorts, a few plain-colored shirts for work, and a tailored suit for special social events.

But when it came to choosing an outfit for this important occasion, he realized the downside of having a limited wardrobe.

It wasn't as exciting as picking out clothes for a date, but he was about to meet a half-Russian mafia boss.

If he dressed too casually, would it come across as rude?

On the other hand, if he wore a formal suit in the middle of the day, wouldn't that be odd?

In the end, it took him almost 15 minutes to settle on a pair of sleek black trousers and a large, light-gray long-sleeved shirt.

The thought of brewing a strong cup of black coffee before heading down disappeared in an instant. After adjusting his small shoulder bag, he hurried downstairs, not daring to keep the other person waiting.

As soon as Petch stepped out of the condo, a sleek black luxury car pulled up beside him. When the person in the backseat rolled down the window slightly, revealing a pair of smoky eyes,

Petch quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. 

He opened the front door next to the driver and got in quickly.

However, before he could even close the door, the man sitting in the backseat, with a stern expression, called out to him.

"Get in the backseat."