A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Man's POV

When I came around, at first I felt disoriented.

What happened? Why was I lying on my couch? Wasn't I supposed to be driving to the mall to get a haircut from my favorite barber?

Then after some time. everything came back to me. The words that my father said to me came crashing down and I felt like my whole world came crashing down on me as well.

"He is cheating on you," my father's gruff and hoarse voice came clearly to my mind again.

I put my hand inside my pocket to take my phone out but my phone wasn't there.

I tried my other pocket. It wasn't there either.

I sat up from my lying position on the couch and noticed it lying on the floor. I must have dropped it when I fainted.

I quickly went to Favorites on my phone and tapped the name that was first on my list.

My heart sank into the deepest ocean when my call went unanswered.

I had been hoping that my father was wrong, that he probably misunderstood a situation, but it seems now that my father had been right.

I went through my list of contacts and tapped on the number of my assistant manager.

Pick up, pick up, please pick up Tawan, c'mon Tay, c'mon, c'mon ...

Finally on the sixth ring ...

"You realize it's a Sunday ..." he started to say but I interrupted him.

"Please help me out here, Tay. It has nothing to do with work. It's personal and it's urgent" I said, my voice quivering uncontrollably.

Tay must have sensed the intense emotion because he was silent for a while and then he said, "I am listening."

"Thank you, Tay. I knew I could count on you," I said, exhaling the breath that I had been holding in.

"I'm still listening," he said when I paused in our conversation.

"I need you to take over my responsibilities for three days, a week at the most," I said. "You think you could do that for me?"

This time he was the one who made the pause in our conversation.

Then finally he spoke up.

"A week you said?" he asked.

"At the most," I replied. "Maybe I could come back earlier than that."

"You realize though that taking over your responsibilities would cause a backlog in my own tasks, right?" he said in a thoughtful voice, as if considering the matter and I certainly understood his concern.

"I realize that," I replied. "I will help you to work on the backlog when I come back, I promise."

"It's a deal then," he said without hesitation this time. "When are you leaving?"

"Tonight," I replied.

"Holy crap," I heard him say under his breath.

"Believe me I wouldn't be doing this if it were not urgent," I tried to explain without giving him the details of my shattered world.

"Good luck to you, buddy," he said, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice.

"Thank you, Tay," I said, feeling deeply grateful to him. "Give my love to Newwie."

"Wait! Did you say, give your LOVE to Newwie???" his voice sounded incredulous.

My eyes widened. Yes, wait!!! What did I just say???

"Man Trisanu Soranon!" I heard him say through the shocked silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I found myself saying. "I swear I wasn't thinking when I said that. I honestly have no idea why I said that."

"You better not try any tricks on my Newwie," he warned in a threatening voice.

"Of course not," I assured him. "I would never do that to you."

"As long as we're clear on that," Tay said. "Now go, take care of whatever you need to do."

"Thanks again, Tay," I said. "I owe you one."

After I cut the call, I made frantic arrangements for a flight to Bangkok.

I was lucky to find a seat in the Business Class of Thai Airways that was flying at eleven tonight.

I accepted a drink from the pretty flight attendant to calm my nerves.

After I landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport, I called for taxi service on my phone app.

I told the cab driver to take me straight to Ben's address.