In The Dark : Summer Only We Know [MewGulf/BrightWin]

Chapter 7: I Wish You Didn't Love Me

Mew was sitting inside his office, signing some documents with Godt kept standing beside him to make sure that he will work efficiently because it was almost 5PM, which means, it's time to stop working and go home.

"Come on... have you finished signing all of them?"

Mew scoffed, "You brought this pile of work 15 minutes ago and you were wondering if I've finished signing this?"

"You knew the details already. I bet you have even memorized everything inside your head. So please just help me to skip reading that and proceed to the last page to sign... I need signatures, Mew... sig-na-turessss... ", Godt exaggerated on the word signatures. "Please?"

"Why were you in a hurry? You don't even have a girlfriend to begin with. You can stay longer hours doing your job..."

"Hello???", Godt grunted sarcastically, "I have a life outside the office, okay? And thank you for reminding me and keep pouring salt into my wounds..."

"It's not yet 5 and you're still my secretary, so... speak formal with me..."

"I said please...", Godt shot his argument.

"I'm gonna cut your salary this month..."

"You may take your time, Sir... I have all the time I could get so... don't worry. Do you also want some tea and snacks to company you working perhaps?"

Mew chuckled "By the way, did you know if Gulf has arrived?"

Before Godt could answer, suddenly the intercom rang. Mew immediately answered.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Mew, your guest is waiting already. Should I ask him to come in?"

"No, no need to. I'll be going outside soon. You can ask him to wait for a moment."

"Yes, Sir. I'll do that..."

Godt counted down every second until the clock needle finally reached 5PM.

"Ah-ha! Time to go home!", Godt grinned widely to Mew, "I'm off then..."

"Wait...", Mew stopped him and pointed some scattered papers on the coffee table.

"Huh?"

"I need to go now since I promised Grandma to take Gulf to have dinner together. I have no time to make the draft for tomorrow's meeting. So you...", Mew then pointed at Godt, "Apply for an overtime and finish the draft for me, okay?"

Godt gritted his teeth, "Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat!"

Mew laughed as he put on his outer suit and grabbed his bag before walking away.

"I will need to see them on my desk by tomorrow before 9...", Mew reminded him.

"Why don't you apply for overtime yourself, you bloodsucking boss!", Godt grumbled.