Me and Thee: English translation.

Special Last Wake up call #0

"What are you doing, Mr Thee?" Mok, the young secretary, couldn't help but ask as he watched his boss intently focused on a small piece of paper. The man had been obsessing over it since last night, and now it was already morning, yet Thee was still hunched over it like he was preparing for the most critical negotiation of his life. Mok was certain there were no pressing work matters left unresolved, definitely not something that would require this much concentration.

 

"I'm preparing a Valentine's gift for Peach," Thee replied, his voice as serious as if he were closing a multimillion-dollar deal. Mok blinked, baffled.

 

"And... what exactly are you doing?"

"Writing a love letter!" 

 

The mafia boss declared with unwavering confidence, his expression earnest and his eyes gleaming with determination.

The secretary froze, hand immediately going to his forehead as though he could physically hold in his incoming headache. Knowing his boss's... unique way with words, Mok couldn't help but envision disaster looming ahead.

 

"Where did you get this idea, sir?" he asked weakly, already anticipating having to prepare for damage control.

 

"Mum said writing love letters is incredibly romantic! Even when the hero and heroine are worlds apart, a letter can always carry their love across any distance," Thee explained with a small, self-satisfied smile, as though he were quoting wisdom passed down through generations. Mok, on the other hand, was on the verge of banging his head on the table.

 

"What drama has Madam been watching lately?" Mok muttered with resignation.

 

"No, she's into novels."

 

Mok's brow twitched. "And... which novel might this be?"

 

"Behind the Painting!!"

 

The young secretary let out a long, heavy sigh before speaking with a straight face.

 

"But in Behind the Paint, the ending wasn't a happy one for the characters, you know."

Thee froze, his eyes widening in surprise. He looked down at the small piece of paper in his hand, now feeling unsure and troubled.

 

...In the end, that love letter never did reach Peachayarat.