Arthit , my new subordinate, had just refused a salary raise.
Well, that was not quite exactly what had happened, if i had to be totally honest.
Let's rephrase it.
Arthit Rojnapat my new subordinate, my favorite coworker; the one who wasn't just a hot piece of ass, but who had also helped me close two very successful business deals only in the past month; the one who always followed my orders promptly and perfectly and wasn't afraid to let me know his honest opinions, or call me out on my mistakes; the one who worked with me like a well-oiled machine (not physically, duh) , and looked heavenly while doing so... had just refused a salary raise.
And he'd done it to accept instead a promotion that would drive him away from my team and my entire section. He'd be working on an entire different floor starting next month. For all that it meant for me and the projects my team was developing, he might as well have left the company. And, yes, I'm furious.
I'm not sure what angered me the most: the fact that i really thought we had something special going on, even if it was just in the most professional sense of the word, or the fact that, even though he was still working under me, he'd waited until the weekend to refuse my offer via email, instead of in person.
It was a cloudy December morning on the weekend, with the company's Christmas dinner just around the corner. I was visiting a Christmas market with my sister Pim and her two children when I'd checked the email and had seen Arthit's message. It had immediately made my blood run cold.
With my hands trembling, I'd rushed to text his secretary asking for his personal address and, as soon as I'd gotten the information i wanted, said your goodbyes to my sister and called a cab to his apartment.
Did he really think he could ruin your weekend like this? That I'd be soothed by the time Monday came around? No. He couldn't do this to me. I wouldn't allow it.
The door to his apartment opened to reveal a petrified looking Arthit in very loose clothing you could have never imagined him wearing.
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His usually properly gelled hair was falling over his eyes in messy dark bowl cut. He looked completely caught off guard, frightened, even, as he eyed me up and down just as intently as i was eyeing him, and it was his fault for behaving like an absolute coward.
"It's always good to see your coworkers outside of the office." I spit.
Surely, the way i had my hands on my hips and quick tapping the floor with the tip of my pointy boots would not help in making him feel any more at ease. My entire presence screamed I want an explanation, and I want it now.
Arthit gulped.
"Mr Suthiluck !" he greeted me with the fakest smile I'd ever seen on him. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
