Mean's POV

On our way back to our unit, Debbie, the receptionist happened to see us because the reception desk was along the way to our unit from Conference Room C.

She called out to Plan telling him that there was a parcel that had been delivered for him earlier in the morning. She walked towards us to hand the parcel to Plan but her high heel got caught in the carpet and she almost fell but Plan was able to run and catch her.

She held on to Plan longer than I thought was necessary. In the process of almost falling, she had dropped the parcel and I picked it up from the floor.

I stole a glance at the sender of the parcel. It said "Tawna Miller" and the address was somewhere in England. I could not read the details because I had to hand the parcel to Plan.

Debbie batted her eyelashes at Plan.

"Is this Tawna your girlfriend?" she asked Plan.

I wanted to tell her, "none of your goddamn business."

"She's my sister," Plan said.

"Sure," I said.

At the same time, Debbie said, "Yeah, right."

As I swiped my electronic card on the door of our unit, I casually asked Plan, "Is the sender of that parcel really your sister?"

Plan laughed, "No, I just didn't want Debbie to think that I'm committed to anyone. I like to keep my options open."

Shit, my guess was right, this jerk was a flirt of the highest order. Trust him to flirt with anything that moves. I felt sorry for whoever that Tawna girl was. She was too far away to monitor her boyfriend's infidelities.

After we entered our unit, Plan turned to me, with an expectant look on his face.

"What???" I said.

"Have you forgotten what you said to me earlier in the conference room?" he asked.

"What did I say?" I asked, pretending not to remember, because I suddenly was no longer interested in pursuing what I had started.

"That's fine. No worries," said Plan. He looked genuinely disappointed.

Suddenly his phone started to ring.

"Tawna!" I heard Plan say as he took the call, "yes, I received the parcel just a few minutes ago. I haven't opened it yet."

"Oh, really?" he continued, "well, thank you so much! I know I won't be able to find it in any of the stores here in Bangkok. I will definitely open it after this call and try it right away."

"I've been doing okay so far," I heard him continue, "how about you?"

I really did not want to eavesdrop on his conversation but I had no choice because our unit was a studio type unit and so there was no wall that separated us.

"Oh, I see," I heard Plan say, "so that means you're stuck there for another six months."

"Well, I'm gonna miss you, too," he continued, "bye for now and thanks again for the special green tea that you sent."

After he ended the call, I watched him open the parcel. Inside were several boxes containing a foreign brand of green tea that I'm guessing wasn't available in any local store.

I was in the kitchen taking out one of the quick fix meal boxes that I had stored in the cupboard. Plan walked towards me holding out one of the boxes of the foreign green tea to me.

"Would you like to try one of these?" he asked.

"No, thanks, I'm fine," I said.

He dropped two bags into the electric kettle and plugged the kettle in the outlet.

While he was waiting for the kettle to boil, he opened his laptop.

After a while, I heard him slam his laptop shut and heard him muttering, "That two-timing bitch! So the extra six months delay was all an excuse."

Soon the aroma of the green tea filled the small kitchen area. He stood up from his desk and I tried to hand him a cup to pour the tea into, but to my surprise, he unplugged the kettle and poured all the tea into the drain.

And then next thing I knew he was dumping the whole parcel of green tea boxes into the trash bin.