The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 12

Kong's POV

Where exactly is he getting this new found confidence from? One day he is a blubbering baboon, barely stringing together two sentences in front of P'Preet and out of nowhere since last week he has morphed this into charming, funny, flirty, absolutely non-recognizable P'Arthit that even in my wildest imaginations simply Does Not Exist.

Who was this man?

I was glancing at him through a hooded gaze while he was very nonchalantly leaning against P'Preet's desk cracking one too many jokes. And do you know what is even more shocking. They were actually funny. Which has me part scowling, part involuntarily grinning. And that is making me look like a certified moron. And his jovial, unnecessarily cheery demeanor is making the folks around us like him even more.

He doesn't need any more cheerleaders people. He is plenty popular already.

And this very uncharacteristic change was the complete antithesis to my entire plan. I was meant to enjoy watching his fledgling attempts to string two words together while I silently laughed at his awkwardness, but instead now people were flanking his sides asking him for dating tips. Him. Can folks not understand how mind-boggling that is? In fact I can even distinctly see P'Preet flutter her eye lashes at him. What the fuck is wrong with her now? He absolutely does not have the correct genitalia for any flutterings to exist from her at all.

"Hey Kongpob!"

"Yes P'Arthit"

"We are going for a business trip this weekend."

"Huh?"

"Why is that always your first reaction to everything I say?"

"Cause I am trying to figure out what you mean when you said this weekend?"

"I didn't realize part of my job involved teaching you what words meant."

"This weekend would be tomorrow, since today is Friday."

"Oh good atleast you have managed to figure out the days of the week. Shall we move on to numbers next?"

"Can I get less of the snark and more of the information please? Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Japan."

"What the fuck? That's a whole fucking different country."

"Wow! You have graduated to geography already. Good job!"

"You expect me to pack up and head to Japan tomorrow and you are telling me this now?"

"Yup."

"Why would you tell me this at the very last minute? How long are we going to be gone?"

"Two weeks."

"What? No! I have plans"

"Plans that are more important than not ignoring your own father's company and dooming it for eternal failure?"

"Seriously? Me not going to Japan is going to doom it to failure? I highly doubt I am that irreplaceable."

"Tsk tsk. I never imagined the future CEO to basically resign from the job before he even got it."

"Do you even need me to there or are you just dragging me along for some elaborate convoluted plot that I will decipher in the first two minutes?"

"Spot on."

"Huh?"

"We are back to incoherent responses again, I see."

"So you don't really need me to come?"