Last Song to Forever

Chapter Three

"Hey sis, someone's at the door. You'd better get enough rest, gotta go, bye!" Mew cut her off by saying some excuses.

"Hey, wait--Mew!--You lit--" He didn't bother listening to her childish banters and took off the call. Mew sat back on the couch and laid back his head on the backrest, smiling from ear to ear.

His sigh echoed on the walls, he murmured, "Gotta check on her later."

Mew then, went back to the bedroom and decided to take a slumber to regain his energy. Just like what his boyfriend advised him.

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A sigh of relief escaped from Gulf the moment he entered the office and saw P'Olive, a fine lady in her mid-forties who's been working with them for nearly half her age already. Her ebony orbs were focused on the monitor and she seemed to have no idea of Gulf's arrival.

"Good morning, P' Olive." She suddenly stopped maneuvering the keyboard and looked pretty surprised upon having a short glimpse at the newcomer. 

"Oh dear, what happened to you, are you sick?" The lady asked Gulf as soon as he arrived at his table filled with layered folders and documents. She even cut her attention off the monitor to hover up and check on Gulf's temperature.

"You seemed fine, but what's with your exhausted face?" She continued and finally went back to her desk.

Gulf puffed his cheeks and then answered, "The traffic jam made this to my face." The lady chuckled shortly at his devastated expression.

"Aww, you'll start getting used to it someday." Gulf just tipped out a quick grin and brought his monitor to life. "Oh P', I already finished the papers you handed the other day." He grabbed his bag and took out the papers he worked on last night, then gave them to her.

"Wait, did you even sleep?" Minnie--one of his colleagues--reacted. She even took five days to accomplish that same set of documents last year. The young man chuckled and bashfully rubbed his hand behind his head.

"Ahehe, I just happened to have trouble sleeping last night so I decided to work on it."

"Oh dear, you should be the one resting in this office, instead of me. Why did you refuse your father's offer then?" The lady asked.

One year after Gulf finished his master's degree, he asked his father to assign him to a lower department instead of appointing him as the Vice Chairman since his brother Gun took the higher place. He was supposed to be the head of the department, but then again, he refused the offer and chose to work under Olive as a Team 1 Product Manager together with Minnie--her secretary.

"P', I'd better sit here and follow your orders than the order you around. It's not my cup of tea." Gulf replied.

"But you know, someday you'll be seated in that seat also--or maybe even higher than that." Minnie blurted which made the younger one chuckle, then let out a silent sigh. Right! now that his older brother is going to build his own family, he could foresee more responsibilities lying on his shoulders.

Gulf just fixed himself on the monitor and began doing another unfinished work. 

"Where's Minnie?" The office head asked.

"I think she went to check on something at the Finance department P'."

"Aah, did she? I forgot to ask her to bring these vouchers back there."The young man excitedly stood up and volunteered to return the papers to the other department. "Let me hand these to the office, then."

"Thank you, dear." The young man took the papers handed by the lady and prepared to leave the room. Gulf strode past the other employees in the department. Some of them are busy and got their eyes fixed on their monitor and others were doing some paper works. The entire office was filled with the expeditious tapping of the keyboard and the smooth muffled sound of the papers as they flip every page in the folders.

Gulf left the department and went to the Finance department by elevator up to the next floor. The elevator tinged! as it opened, he went out and proceeded. For ten seconds, Gulf stood in front of the blurry glass entrance with the signage, "Finance Department" on it. Politely, Gulf knocked on the door before he set foot inside.

"Awh Gulf, what brought you here?" Gulf smiled at the man sitting at the first table from the entrance, it was Pond--another senior colleague of his.

"Ah! I came to hand these papers here. P'Minnie forgot to bring them here."

"Oh, thank you. You can just put them there." Gulf put the papers on the man's desk before excusing himself to leave the department and go back to the office. He held the door's handle and was about to push the entrance open when he heard his colleagues talk. A topic he wished he never heard.