Billionaire Biker Boy
Chapter 6. My Facebook Is So Random.
When it was time to start work, Rujee led the new employee to the procurement department. Puchong, the department manager, was a middle-aged man who appeared kind and approachable. He introduced the new hire to everyone in the department. Then he guided him to an empty desk equipped with a computer and an empty document shelf.
"This is your desk. For today, just go through the training manual. And... Pern, you'll be Ocean's mentor, alright? I'm counting on you," the manager called out to Wanna, a senior employee who seemed more experienced than the others. Then, he turned back to the new hire. "If you run into any issues, feel free to come to me anytime."
The petite man nodded and gave a respectful wai. Wanna quickly approached and started chatting in a friendly manner. She handed over and explained various documents to the newcomer, finishing with a sneaky question about the hot gossip circulating widely within the company. Sakawjai and Botan even leaned in to join the conversation.
"Ocean, are you close to Mr Vice President? Did you know the gossip has spread like wildfire across multiple companies?" Wanna began.
The subject of the gossip widened his eyes. "W-What are they saying about me?"
"Oh, just that you and Mr Vice President have something going on," Som, also known as Sakawjai, replied.
"What? I just met him this morning! There was a little accident, and he... he just gave me a ride, that's all," Ocean explained.
....It's not like I'm lying.
"Oh, really? Well, there goes our fantasy," Sakawjai sighed in disappointment. Botan squinted her eyes and delivered a knockout line.
"But Ocean, you didn't deny liking men, did you?"
Ocean's cheeks turned a noticeable shade of red. "Well...something like that."
Botan slapped her knee dramatically. "My radar is spot-on,bgirl! Ugh, such a shame. All the good-looking men, whether they're polite, spicy, or soft and sweet, end up with each other." Hearing this, Samut’s ears perked up, and he slyly asked,
"Are there others like me in this company?"
"If you don't count Mr Vice President, who's already come out, then there are quite a few across various departments-marketing, IT, accounting. For those who don't show it, I'm not sure how many there are. Anyway, Ocean, don't go looking for a boyfriend here. They're either subpar or too much of a flirt to trust," Botan advised.
"R-Really? Well, I have a friend in accounting named Oat or Sirichok. Do you know him? Is he... like that?"
"Of course, I know him. This company isn't that big, so we all know each other. As for him, I can't tell. But I've seen a woman pick him up before. Not sure if she's his girlfriend... Are you asking because you want to upgrade your status from just a friend to a boyfriend?" Botan teased.
"N-No, not like that. I'm just curious," Ocean laughed nervously. If Oat really liked women, then coming to Bangkok was a wasted trip.
...Could he be bisexual?
...I should've had the guts to ask back then.
While Samut was lost in his thoughts, the three women kept their suspicions to themselves:
Who will this little Ocean end up with?
...The multimillionaire vice president or his close friend?
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When the petite man sat at his desk, Samut pulled out his phone to check his messages. Sirichok had sent a thank-you message about the sandwich, while the vice president had sent a sticker after they added each other that morning: Samut decided to reply to Sirichok first.
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Let's have lunch together? : Ocean
Oat: Can't. I already have plans.
Oh, okay. What about dinner? : Ocean
Oat: I need to rush home to take my mom out for errands.
Oat: Let's do tomorrow instead.
Oat: Lunch works too.
Alright, sounds good. : Ocean
Samut then waited for a follow-up message asking how his department was, whether he was getting along with his coworkers, etc., but Sirichok went silent.
...Well, he's started work now.
The petite man wanted to check Facebook but noticed everyone else was busy, so he picked up the work manual Wanna had given him and started reading it. He didn't realise how much time had passed until his coworkers, wallets and umbrellas in hand, invited him to lunch.
Som, the plump woman sitting nearby, spoke up. "It's payday! Let's go to Lalai Sap Market. I'm so sick of canteen food. I want some beef noodle soup, fried beef, and khanom thuai, the coconut custard... Oh, Ocean, do you eat beef?"
"I can eat it, but I don't really like it," the new employee replied, furrowing his brow.
..It's payday for them, but not for me.
...But tonight, I'll start my side gig as Mr Vice President's entertainer. Will he pay me in cash?
Oh well, I doubt he'd cheat me. And if I'm really desperate, I can always call Mom and ask for a thousand or two. She wouldn't deny her beloved son, right?
…..Right?
The three women and the petite man ended up sitting together at a beef noodle soup shop on a road behind the office building. The shop had a cosy vibe, though the weather remained quite hot despite it being early December.
"Ocean, accept my friend request on Facebook. I sent it this morning," Botan suddenly said while playing with her phone.
"Me too! Me too!" Wanna and Sakawjai chimed in, not wanting to be left out.
Though confused about how the three women found his Facebook account, Samut pulled out his phone and opened the social media app, only to be shocked by the number of notifications.
"What the...?!"
His eyes widened like saucers as he exclaimed, "...156 friend requests!"
“Well, you tagged Mr Vice President like that. Everyone following his Facebook probably wants to know who you are," Wanna pointed out.
Sakawjai added, "Though Mr Vice President looks stern, he's actually very friendly. He doesn't act superior and accepts employees' friend requests easily. That's why his Facebook has so many friends."
"B-But my Facebook is so random," Samut said. Then the owner of the random Facebook account suddenly remembered what he'd posted that morning.
...Oh, crap. I called Mr Vice President a 'Silom motorbike taxi driver'!