With five minutes to go before the meeting, I need to make sure Natthapon has all the required documents. But Natthapon is nowhere to be found. A cigarette break no doubt.
"Where's Khun Natthapon?" I ask his co-worker, an attractive young lady by the name of Ploy.
Ploy looks up from her desk and points stage left.
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