The next morning, a message from the Line application was sent to my phone. It was none other than my best friend, Anda.
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"I'm so upset. I couldn't sleep last night. I kept thinking about the president's face^^"
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My slender hands typed a reply. My eyes swung nimbly, with a hint of a smile and laughter.
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"Exaggerating!"
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"Don't come… You're the one, Pat. I saw what you did yesterday. Aside from being a designer named Limone or something, everyone else was jealous of you. Even the photographer complained that you didn't get a good standing position as an extra. But… Is he handsome? My president."
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"Okay, okay. He's handsome!"
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"Are you being sarcastic!?"
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"No… I'm serious this time. You're just like Limone."
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"That's right… It's a shame that they're only going to be in Thailand for a few days before they return. And we don't know when they'll be back… Our country is probably too small. Even the president of his own department store hasn't even come to inspect it. My team and I have prepared the place so well, but only my secretary came to inspect it. So annoying!"
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"HaHa, brace yourself, friend. It just so happens that God is on my side. How about you show me the pictures I took yesterday to relieve yourself? I'll send them to you^^"
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"Hurry up. If I don't get to see you in person, just sniffing around is good enough."
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The two girls were chatting happily on the app. Nongnapat's smiles and laughter were filled with happiness, as if she had forgotten all the drama in her life for a moment.
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"Hachoo!!!"
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The steering wheel suddenly turned! The back of the car swerved across the lane, which was frightening. The opposite pair of high beams shone brightly, along with the sound of the horn blaring! It brought the driver back to his senses once again.
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"Holding on!"
Gaston quickly steered the car back into shape like a hair's breadth! His eyes lit up! He breathed a sigh of relief.
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"Are you okay, sir? Let me drive instead. Traffic in Thailand is unlike anywhere else in the world, especially in the capital…"
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"Shut up!.. You should be quiet! Just being a secretary doesn't mean you have the right to order me around. I know what to do!"
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In the shiny black luxury car that the hotel had arranged for them, Gaston was the driver, his secretary sat beside him, and Limone sat in the back seat. They had planned to visit a tanning factory in the suburbs that they were business partners in. Of course, the hotel had arranged a driver for them, but they were heartlessly rejected by the blue-eyed billionaire. Gaston only asked if the car had a GPS. When he heard that it did, he grabbed the keys and got out.
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Being self-centered never changed. Being spoiled since childhood and being filthy rich, he had to get whatever he wanted, made Emmanuel Gaston have the personality he sees. Overconfidence always has negative consequences. This time was no different. Almost something bad happened.
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"I'm just bored. Bored with the same old image. I finally got to open my eyes and see why everyone has to see me as the boss all the time. I don't understand!"
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"But are you okay, Limone? Did you hurt anywhere just now?"
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The beautiful figure took her hand away from her forehead that was swollen like a lemon. She bit her lips together, wanting to convey that this kind of thing was enough.
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"Look and see for yourself what's wrong with me! I don't have a driver's license! The steering wheel is on the other side! Still acting tough? Stop it already Gaston, I beg you. You're being too willful, do you realize that?!"
Her tone was serious.
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"So what! I've been myself like this since forever! You'd better watch your mouth, Limone!"
The atmosphere became tense throughout the cabin. The person who was the most uncomfortable was none other than the middleman secretary who was trying to find a way to stop the attack.
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"Of course! It was once yesterday. Do you think I like your crazy surprise? ... My work was almost ruined because of your willfulness. Don't you think how hard the team has prepared? It's not easy to cut in line without rehearsing. What if something goes wrong! I know you can take responsibility, but is it worth it to ruin your image!!!"
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"........"
The young man was silent. His face changed immediately from fierce and scary to clearly sad. Seeing the opportunity, Secretary Didier intervened.
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"Let's just let it go. Don't fight. Let me be the driver for now. At least I have an international license and I'm used to driving Japanese cars. You guys can sit and talk close to me. Looking back and forth like this makes me feel so nervous..."
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"But I love you... Is it worth nothing to do what I'm trying to do?"
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As if the wind had passed through his ears because no one was interested in listening to Didier's words, Gaston tried to turn back to look at his lover sitting behind him. Before he found that her own eyes were filled with tears. It was on the edge of her eyes, almost falling down.
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"Yes, crazy…" She replied shortly.
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Limone slowly wiped away her tears. Her eyes were as red as the bulging lemons on her head. She met his eyes slightly and then looked away.
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"I don't know if you don't find some medicine to apply, I really won't forgive you."
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"Okay… Then, stop the car at the intersection in front. Then you can switch with Didier."
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Everything was looking good and perfect on its own. But suddenly, as the car was passing the red light at only 60 kilometers per hour and was about to turn the signal and prepare to stop, the sound of the brakes slamming was heard!
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"Screech!"
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It came like a death god, it came crashing down without warning! When the death bus number 8 ran the red light and slammed into the side of their car with full force! The luxury vehicle spun up in the air before falling and somersaulting on the ground dozens of times, the sound reverberated throughout the area. The impact was too much for the passenger compartment to bear. In just a blink, the aluminum carbide used to make the cut-outs of the car was completely dented. It folded, bent, and squeezed the three of them, causing them to sink into hell.
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A few seconds, but why did it seem like a century? The images in my head were so slow that I saw the earth and sky come together as one. The windshield was shattered and scattered all over the road. The only good thing was that they were wearing seatbelts and the airbag system was not malfunctioning. It bounced out almost immediately when it was hit. And it was him who saved the lives of the Italian billionaire and his secretary.
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"There are two of you here! And they're foreigners too. Hey you! Are you ok? Hey! Mister!... Hey!"