James : You know what he did bo ?
James : He actually said this to me ; “ Siao eh… xiong simi, bo kua kuay yandao sibo knn…. “
Spencer : Wah… haha.. really ah.
James : No Joke, I donno whether to laugh or to be angry.
Spencer tapped my on my shoulder and added.
Spencer : Wah , our brave James also got this day ah, I still remember how to wack the gangster head in our school back then.
Spencer : Nobody dare to stand up to him, you gag a wack him across the face in the canteen . ahah.
I laughed and waved Spencer off.
James : You see the problem with all this old stories, nobody remembers the ending, all only remember I wack him.
James : In the end I kena wack jialat jialat until go sick bay, bo lang remember meh ? haha
Spencer : Aiyah…. Different. It’s not the end result that matters, it’s the fact that you dare to wack him. Haha.
We laughed and brushed it aside as I update spencer more about the encounter.
James : I naturally dulan so I shot back. “ Wuu.. Yandao wa kua kuay…kuai lan eh lang ma si kua jing zoei.
I told Spencer that after that remark, things got a little heated but that was when the interesting part happened.
The mobile shop owner came out and apologised to me.
James : Then the massage parlour lady also apologised to me.
James : After she pulled the guy away, I saw the door open again, wah!. Got a guy pulling up his pants and quickly putting on his top and another pretty girl peeped out to see what was going on.
Spencer : Wah… happy ending shop ah ?
James : Must be la…. That guy come out guilty looking…. Knn… call chicken also want to hide here hide there. Nowadays the people…
Spencer listened intently before asking me where is the shop
James : Wah lan eh….. don’t tell me you want to visit ah….. I think not your cup of tea.
Spencer : Bo la…. I inform my friend ask him to take a look.
I gave Spencer a vague description of the shop and it’s location and I could see him typing intently the information into his phone.
I could not help but stifle a smile when Spencer said he would tell him counterparts to keep an eye on the shop, after all, AMK is probably the last place on the island you want to have something shady going on.
After a 2nd cup of coffee, I said my goodbye and promised to catch up soon enough.
20th March 2013
Wednesday
I arranged for my meeting to lapse into my lunch time so I could make a trip down to AMK. I went to the florist at the market and bought a bouquet of flowers before I looked around for a suitable target.
The evening before, I used 5 pieces of 10 dollar bills to fold them into heart shapes and wedge them into a small box with ribbons. I tied the box to the side of the bouquet so there’s no way Yanting would miss them.
I saw 2 kids playing card games and they were deliberating whether to spend their pocket money on a booster pack. I approached them with a smile and ask if they could deliver the bouquet of flowers to my friend at the beauty shop across the street.
In return, I’ll pay them $10
James : It’s a surprise. Don’t answer her question, just give her with a smile and go off.
They accepted the deal right away.
I planted myself at the coffee shop across Yanting’s shop and watched the 2 boys knocked on the glass door.
It took a while for the door to open and I could see it was XiaoFang who opened it.
She accepted the flowers and checked the card on it with a puzzled look on her face before closing the door again.
I waited about 5 minutes before I used the spare phone I got to drop Yanting a message.
I did not identify myself since technically I was not supposed to know her number.
James sms : 宝贝。。。喜好吗？ 好想你摸我啊。( do you like it ? Miss your touch )
I did not get a reply for a good 15 minutes. It was then I saw the door open and Yanting had just sent another customer out.
A couple minutes later I got a reply.
Yanting sms : 死鬼。。。哪位啊？ (Who are you ? )
James sms : 你的忠实顾客。。。(your loyal customer )
James sms : 好像把脸贴在你胸喔。。。 ( I want to plaster my face on your chest )
Yanting : 去你的。。。这个死变态。。几时过来啊？是要预约吗？ ( You sicko, when are you coming over? Are you making an appointment ? )
I sniggered as I watched Yanting came out of the shop and chatted with the mobile shop employees.
I exchanged a couple more messages with her, adding that I’ll be travelling but look forward to my gifts the next few days.
For the next few days, I would randomly send flowers, gifts and dropped Yanting 2 messages everyday. I made sure i paid in cash and my messages were always explicit.
Anyone who reads them would have no doubts the kind of activities she was up to.
I don’t know if she bothers to delete them but I don’t care. I would send a couple with wechat, before switching to wasapp.
Then I’ll use Line app, before going to traditional sms.
Sometimes I would get a reply, sometimes nothing at all.
It’s ok with me, I’m not in a hurry.
27th March 2013
Wednesday
The work day started late as it’s our office annual healthy lifestyle day.
Actually it was known by all that it was Mr Chan’s birthday, he always made it a point to book a few lanes for bowling at a Safra club every year.
By the time we got changed and reached office, most of us were in the post lunch time sleepy state.
Productivity was almost non-existent, perhaps it was because Mr Chan did not even come in until late in the evening around 5.30pm
7.50pm
Joan and I stayed back late that day as we were preparing for a major presentation the next morning. We had to make some last minute changes to the materials because Mr Chan had a change of mind.
Mr Chan too was at our cubicle, going through the materials on our screen.
He only gave the green light when it’s about 8.30pm
Mr Chan checked his watch and I could see he was a little embarrassed he made us stay back so late but I told him it’s ok.
We’ll finish up the materials before we go.
Joan and I will meet him in the office at 7.30am to load the materials into his car.
Mr Chan : Ok… shouldn’t take very long right…. Rest early.
I wanted to tell Mr Chan that at 75 double pages per copy, 80 copies will still take the printer a while to get it out.
Not to mention the binding process and putting them into boxes.
The print room was just a small space right at the back of the office, barely wide enough for 2 person to pass through with all the stuff inside.
Since the office was already empty, I turned off all the lights except the section near our desk and print room.
Joan immediately pointed her finger at me with a stern look and in an even more stern tone, said no to me.
Joan :No …. What ever you may be thinking of…. The answer is no !.
I laughed as Joan made a big show of pulling her dress lower to cover her legs and to press down on her chest area whenever she bent.
Joan and I left the printer running, switched off all the lights and we went out to grab dinner.
We ordered food and Joan’s phone rang right when our orders arrived.
Joan : Hello ? …. Oh Patrick…. Yup…
Joan : Oh but i left the file in office………I’ll check and get back to you tomorrow can ? Yup…. Ok Bye…
I asked her what was it about and she mentioned that Patrick needed some information.
After I finished my hor fun at a nearby coffee shop, I told Joan I needed to rush back to the office to shit. She was only halfway through her meal and she told me to go ahead.
I could feel the pressure building up and I quicken my pace to get back to the office toilet. I’m not doing it at the coffee shop that’s for sure.
When the lift door open, I was about to head for the bathroom when I heard the audible thud of the magnetic catch for the office.
It was pretty late and the noise carried itself down the entire corridor. It sounded almost like an echo.
I bit down on my lips and decided to head over and take a look.
The lights to the reception area had been turned on, someone had just entered the office.
Out of sheer curiosity, I scanned myself in and I left the glass door open. I quickly head over to Siti’s desk to hit the disable switch so the alarm would not sound for leaving the door open.
That way, the glass door would not shut with a loud thud either
I peered into the office and it was empty, I could not make out anyone walking around.
It was then I noticed the lights at my section had been turned on.
I could feel my bowels complaining and I really needed the bathroom but I heard some commotion at my desk area.
I decided to just fuck it and headed over to take a look.
I walked briskly over and the moment I turned into my cubicle, I had a shock and I gave out an involuntary yelp.
James : Woah !…
There was a series of fumbling and things dropping and I saw our colleague Patrick stooping at Joan’s desk.
He too gave a loud yelp as we surprised each other.
The silence that follows was so awkward that my shit actually retreated back into my intestines.
There Patrick was, with a box of chocolates and a card by Joan’s desk.
Yes, he is one of the few that actually expressed interests in Joan after the dinner and dance.
There was a couple of times Joan received candies, sweets and some desktop ornaments but I never really took notice of it.
I only knew Joan would share them with me.
The thing is, what was awkward is not the chocolates.
It’s not about Patrick secretly putting presents on Joan’s desk.
He had Joan’s cardigan in hand and I could see he had pulled her heels out from underneath the desk as well. What’s worse was Joan’s gym bag was opened too.
The plastic bag with Joan’s sports bra and the clothes she wore in the morning were out. Patrick had taken the sports bra out and placed them on his shoulders.
Then it dawned on me why Patrick called Joan earlier. He wanted to make sure she was not in office.
I did not know what to do or say, neither did Patrick.
It was such an embarrassing moment and Patrick just dropped everything and mumbled that he’s sorry and he got to go.
I was really lost for words and I did not know how to react.
James : ERmm…
Patrick : James… I’ll….. erm…. I buy you lunch another day ya… I got to go.
He went off before I could say a thing.
He’s my senior in the company after all and to be honest, he took pretty good care of me when I first joined.
I was feeling a tinge of jealousy that another man had tried to snoop through Joan’s worn clothes, yet I could not help but feel proud that my girlfriend actually was pretty desirable.
I could not feel my shit at my bowels anymore and I decided to save the bathroom trip for later.
I looked at the note and the chocolate before placing them back on the desk.
Looking at the mess Patrick made, I decided to just clean it up. I had no intention of letting Joan know about this incident.
It’s very embarrassing and it would be awkward for them to see each other in office.
I bent down and started picking up the clothing.
I had just picked up the sports bra when I felt my phone vibrate. I placed Joan’s bra over my shoulders as I knelt down and reach for my phone.
I checked the message and reached for Joan’s worn shirt at the same time.
It was Spencer.
He just notified me that the authorities just conducted a raid at the shop I told him about, true enough, something was going on.
I could not help but smile such a wide grin, almost wanting to laugh out loud.
Right at that moment, I heard a surprised gasp and I looked up to see Joan and Patrick at the entrance to my cubicle.
Patrick actually had that worried look of stress on his face until he saw the state that I was in.
I was on my knees, Joan’s bra on my shoulders, worn shirt in my hand and with a sick grin on my face.
He too stared at me and gasped.
Before both of us could say a word, Joan spoke first.
Joan : James !……. you sick…… fuck…
I was totally caught off guard and I was about to explain when Patrick spoke.
Patrick : ok ok …erm… let’s all calm down.. ..
I could feel my bowels moving again as I looked at the priceless expression on Joan’s face.
Joan shook her head and walked off and Patrick immediately came over to my side and pleaded with me.
Patrick : Please James…. Please… I beg of you….let’s…. just bury this… no one needs to know..
I sat on the floor and exhaled.
Patrick told me he knew I would not breathe a word to anyone on what I saw.
He said he trusted me. He said he knew I was cleaning up after him.
If not for the fact that Joan bumped into him at the lift lobby, he would be long gone.
Joan insisted to pass him the file he had asked for earlier since we would be out with Mr Chan early next morning, that was why he came back in.
Patrick : I will not forget this…
He patted me on the shoulder and I could hear him saying goodbye to Joan who was in the print room.
I packed up Joan’s clothes, and I dragged myself to the print room to see Joan starting on the binding of documents.
She stopped what she was doing, folded her arms, leaned against the wall and nodded her head at me.
Joan : Is this why you’ve never returned me my underwear from way back since our first date ?
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I exhaled and was about to speak when Joan beat me to it.
Joan : You like my worn clothes ar ?
Joan : Have you done this before ?
Joan : Like even before we got together ?
Her battery of questions came all at once and for some reason I was without a reply.
James : I… can explain…
Joan actually snigger and giggled to herself as she stacked the documents together.
I told Joan what actually happened but she scoffed and snorted when she laughed, adding that she did not believe Patrick would do something like that.
Joan : It’s ok la…. I know I’m hot and young man like you got your needs … hahaha.
I tried to explain again but she waved me off, asking me to quickly finish up the documents and head back.
Barely 10 minutes after we picked up the momentum of binding the documents, Joan actually initiated a series of discussion with me that surprised me.
Using the worn clothing incident as a springboard, Joan actually asked me in a very direct manner what my fetishes were.
Joan : So… what do you …..erm… really really… like ? As in …in a sexual kind of way…
I looked up from the binding machine and my hands jumbled up the slots for the binding teeth.
Joan : Well, you know….. it’s better to be open in a relationship….
She went on a matter of factly and carried on her questions.
Joan : Since I chanced upon your worn clothes fetish….. you might just as well come clean with the rest of them .. haha…
Joan did not even look up at me when she spoke, instead choosing to carry on her work.
I was actually considering what she asked pretty seriously and thoughts of my previous relationships came into my mind. I tried to recall if I had actually had such a conversation with my partners before.
This level of communications seems a little bit too high level for a simple man like me.
Immediately I considered the duration I had been together with Joan, asking myself is it too soon to be discussing these questions, then at the same time I was processing these thoughts, words of advice from older friends who have been married for some time.
They all had the consensus that if you had anything wild on your mind you wanted to try, best to do it early in your relationship.
Especially during the honeymoon period.
James : Let me think about it…. You think about yours too.
She threw a ball of paper at me, adding that she does not have any particular sick fetishes.
Joan : I’m not smelling your worn clothes for sure…..
29th March 2013
Friday
11 am
I could feel a couple of weird stares coming from Patrick’s lunch khakis the past couple of days but I brushed it off as me being too sensitive.
No one would believe me now that Patrick had spoken first. No point explaining myself, it’ll only make things worse.
I guess he had to make the first move in case I decided to spill the beans on him.
I wonder how would he feel if he eventually finds out Joan and I were together.
12.30pm
Joan’s parents actually came and met Joan for lunch that afternoon so I ate with a couple of other colleagues.
Even after the lunch meeting with her parents, her phone rang several times throughout the rest of the day. It was not hard to guess it was her parents.
2 more days before the handover to Thomas and to close the chapter, I guess it’s natural they’re busy with all the necessary preparations.
At 7pm that Friday evening, I was done with my work and ready to leave but Joan was still engaged on the phone.
It’s her parents, they kept bothering her with phone calls, asking her to check her emails and I saw her using her banking token a couple of times. I snuck a few peeps and saw that she must have entered her Singpass into some website no less than 3 times that day.
By 7.45pm
My stomach is growling and I had to resort to munching on crackers I kept in the office. Joan is grumpy and she had a frown on her face as she spoke to her parents over the phone.
Every couple of minutes, she would slide over on her chair, held onto my hand and put whatever I had on my hand into her mouth. Bits of crackers, chocolates, loveletters, even some pistachio nuts.
I considered taking my dick out in my hand and just have it ready but I was worried she might bite it off given her foul mood.
8.15pm
Joan was finally done and she signalled that she was ready to head out for dinner.
James : Everything ok ?
Joan : Yup.
We grabbed a simple dinner at the hawker centre at Kovan before heading over to Joan’s place.
10 pm
I had just come out of the shower when I saw Joan’s parents talking with her at the dining table. I excused myself into her room.
11pm
Joan snuggled up to me in the room and she updated me about the discussion with her parents.
It turns out that her mum had receive calls from several staffs, telling them that Thomas had started hiring quite a few foreigners into the company. Most of them are related one way or another with Thomas girlfriend.
From uncles who use to drive a bus to aunties who use to clean the foodcourt. There was even a new admin staff who was supposedly a good sister of the girlfriend.
The staff were not happy for obvious reasons, they complained of hygiene and unethical handling of food by PRC workers. The trio of chefs that had followed the mum for quite a while were considering leaving too, together with a few other old workers.
James : Let them leave… good what… that way, Thomas new company won’t survive for long.
Joan went on to explain that there’s some new developments because of the staff decisions.
Joan : The chefs wanted to start out on their own… on a smaller scale or course but they only know how to cook and manage a kitchen.
Joan : They are not confident of handling the other operational requirements of the business.
Joan added that her parents was keen to help their old staff start off but they did not want to get involved for too long, so they wanted her to quit her job, take the helm of the new business and eventually they can retire with a piece of mind.
James : Woah… you’re quitting ?
Joan : I don’t know … but my parents already registered the new business entity together with my name in it.
We spent the next 30 minutes talking about her plans but came to no conclusion.
Joan : I got to start from scratch…. Get clients, customers… build up the reputation… it’s going to be challenging.
James : If it’s easy, everyone on the street would own a business already…
Joan : How… how ? ,,…. Headache.
I got up and straddled Joan .
James : Give me a blowjob and I’ll tell you the solution…
I started to pull my shorts aside and Joan just started biting wildly, saying that she will bite it off it I ever go close.
James : You already have a good list of clients….. one that your mum build up over the years.
Joan : What do you mean ?
I gave her a naughty smile and told her she could probably copy all the important information from the office and bring it over to her new company.
James : Send out a mail, say all the chefs and old staff have joined you and so on and so forth…..
She gave me a look of disgust and added ;
Joan : That is so wrong… …. But…. It’s a good idea though…
I parted my shorts aside totally and Joan hesitated for a while before taking my dick in and I felt the instant comfort and warmth of her mouth on my manhood.
I continued talking as Joan sucked a little half-heartedly at my dick.
James : Erhgh…..you see… urgh.. once Thomas new PRC staff …uerghhh urghh.. takes over… urgh… the standard would probably drop…
I exhaled and readjusted my position so Joan could take more of me inside her mouth.
James : Your old clients would probably start leaving…urghh..urgh… they would need to find someone else…
I felt the sudden increase in suction pressure and Joans’ hands had came over to my waist as I struggled to balance while holding onto the bed frame and the wall.
James : urghh… urgh…. Rather they find a new company… arghh… urgh… they might as well go to you… urghhh… urghh…
The slurping got a little more frequent and as if concurring with what I said, Joan put in more effort into the blowjob.
James : Urgh…urgh… urghh….oh my god… I’m… coming…
Joan suddenly paused and pulled me out.
Joan : But.. how are we going to get the information ? … I can’t exactly walk into the front door and sit at the machine to download everything out.
I tried to put my dick back into Joan’s mouth but she slap it away.
James : Dear I’m coming….. almost there already..
I half coaxed and beg my way back into Joan’s mouth and the moment the suction started, I could feel the pressure building up.
James : Just…. Arghh.. argh.. just… sneak in at night…arghh..arghh..arghhh.. to copy the information….arhgh.. arhg.. urghhhhhh
I did not know if it was what I spoke but Joan suddenly sucked down so hard, at the same time pressing her tongue down the tip of my dick, as if trying to stop me from cumming but it instead increased the pressure buildup at my dick and I could feel the shiver coming from the back of my spine.
James : ARghh… I’m cumming..
Joan wanted to stop and pull me out but it was too late as I lost control and squirted my sperm deep into her mouth as her eyes widened in horror.
Her mouth wanted to open but perhaps for fear of making a mess, she instead clamped shut.
Joan tried to press down on the tip of my erupting dick with the tongue but the sensitive nerves caused me to squirt more violently, emptying my load into Joan.
Her eyes were wide open and I knew immediately I was going to get a scolding the moment I pull myself out. Joan had already started tapping me vigorously on my hip, as if telling me she’s going to overflow.
I withdrew myself and a slimy trail of saliva and semen followed my dick out.
Joan’s hand tried to cover and protect the drip but her own sudden action caused her to choke and cough.
Joan : Cough…cough… bleh..
I could tell it was not going to be a pretty sight. If we get cum all over the bedsheets and pillowcases, we’re going to have a hard time explaining why we needed to change sheets in the middle of the night.
She tried to sit up and hover over the bin by the side of the bed while covering her mouth at the same time.
I tried to be helpful and started tapping on her back since she was coughing.
James ; Calm down.. calm down… don’t choke…
They was a violent cough and I saw a little trickle of saliva end up in the bin before Joan screamed and tugged my hair.
Joan : You ! …. James !!!… arghhh…
In between coughs, Joan hit me repeatly, blaming me for letting her swallow most of my warm cum.
When she has calmed down enough, I asked her how does it taste like.
Joan : Like the sambal stingray you had for dinner…
I got on top of her and pulled down her pants.
Joan : What are you doing ? ! crazy ah…
James : we shared the stingray… I want to taste for myself….
I got a smack so hard across my head that I tumbled onto my back.
Joan : Don’t touch me for the rest of the month.
We fell asleep after I fingered Joan to her big O.
30th March 2013
Saturday
We had breakfast with Joan’s parents and parted ways at around 11.30am
Joan’s mother commented that she must have had a good sleep the last night, she could see the radiant colours on her cheeks.
I had to restraint myself for laughing out while Joan did not find it funny at all.
James : I read online it’s good for you.
Joan : Then you take it yourself lor.
3pm
We bought a hardisk at a local IT stall and Joan was asking how should we go about doing it.
I told her to just walk right into the office with a swagger.
The papers are not signed yet.
By 5pm over at my place, I could tell Joan was having 2nd thoughts, she did not feel comfortable doing something like this.
Joan : Eh… how… like not very right leh….
6pm
Joan : I think forget it la…
7pm
Joan : How ah James ? …. Should we do it or not ?
8pm
I started packing some tools and equipment into my backpack and I got changed.
Joan : I’m a bit nervous James…
I zipped up my bag and picked out Joan’s clothes for her.
James : Here… change.
The only black clothes she had at my place was a black bra and undies. The rest are pretty much coloured.
James : Nah.. just wear this..
She stripped and got change and I had to force myself not to look but I could already feel my erection building up.
Joan : How ah ? jia lat leh….. like that…. So indecisive…. I’ll make a bad boss…
She buckled her bra up and went to pick out a black t-shirt of mine and just slipped it on although it’s a bit too big and loose for her. Joan rolled up the sleeves and tied the bottom into a cute knot at the side of her left waist.
Then she reached for one of my army running shorts and pulled it on.
James : Don’t worry, just copy and paste only, very fast one…
9pm
I did an equipment check and made sure I had everything I needed in case of an emergency.
10pm
We reached the location of the central kitchen and we alighted 1 street away on the cab. The cab driver gave us a suspicious look but asked no questions.
I waited for the cab to pull away before heading in the direction of the kitchen.
We paused 4-5 units away to observe the unit for a while, concealing ourselves behind some large crates.
We saw a couple of staff slowly filing out from the side door. The last shift ends at 10pm.
10.30pm
We do not know for sure whether all the staff had left but it’s been a while since anyone came out.
Given a choice, no one would want to stay late.
We were about to head over when I saw the road lit up by the headlights of a incoming car.
I quickly pulled Joan aside and back into the shadows.
The headlights illuminated the small road, I could hear the hum of the engine as it slowly cruised down the street.
It should have past us by now but it seems to be going really slow.
I saw the peek of the headlights and I pulled Joan behind the crates, circling around to the back before coming up just in time to see the rear of the vehicle.
We immediately shot each other a look and Joan instantly grabbed my hand, signalling that we should go.
It was Thomas’ car.
I signalled for Joan to calm down while I take a look.
The car eventually stopped, not at the unit owned by Thomas, but instead at the neighbouring lot 2 units away.
The lights and engine were turned off and the entire street fell into a deafening silence.
Aside from the occasional gust of wind scraping leaves by the road, it was quiet.
Joan and I were perspiring and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down the back of her neck as we both observed the vehicle.
It was dark but I know for sure Thomas has yet to step out of the car.
I told Joan to go closer for a look but she was a little unsure.
I reassured her that I know what I’m doing and I brought her on a big detour, keeping to the blindspot of the cars and avoiding the large light cones cast by the street lamps.
As much as we could, we hid in the shadows.
As we slowly crept towards Thomas’ car, I could see some movements. I could hear some voices too, giggles and laughs.
We were about 7-8m away from the car and I could see the windows are down about 1/3 of the way.
I could make out Thomas and a girl in the car.
There was suddenly a loud exclamation and I instantly could tell it was Yanting.
I stole a look at Joan and she had no expressions on her face.
I signalled to her that it’s a good time to head in since they’re busy outside.
I could see Joan was hesitating a little but eventually she nodded her head.
Joan : 不奸不成商。。。
I gave her a surprised look when she said that but said nothing.
James : Any cameras ?
Joan : Only at the main loading areas and the store where we put the expensive ingredients.
We looped our way back the long route and entered the kitchen at 11pm.
Joan keyed in the password and using the light from our phone, we reached the office.
We did not switch on the lights and I immediately went over to Thomas’ station.
There were 2 PCs and 1 laptop in the office.
I told Joan to copy whatever we could and sort it out later.
I powered on all the machines.
While waiting for them to load, I went to the office entrance and kept an eye on the kitchen entrance.
The laptop booted up first and Joan started copying the data into her new hardisk.
11.10pm
The other 2 machine were password protected but Joan just keyed them in.
Joan : It’s the same as the door keypad number. All the password is the same.
We started copying the data from the 2nd PC as Thomas’ machine took a while to boot up.
It was hot and stuffy in the office and I could see our perspiration dripping all over the desk and keyboard as we worked in the dark.
11.20pm
We were about to unplug from the 2nd machine when we heard some commotion.
I immediately switched off the monitors of the PCs and I signalled for Joan to stay low.
I duck walked to the office entrance and I saw Thomas and Yanting entering through the kitchen.
They turned a corner and I saw the lights at a small corridor lit up. I could see the toilet signage hanging at the ceiling, they’re probably washing up.
I told Joan they’re heading to the bathroom and to quickly get the information from Thomas’ PC.
Joan plugged in and was about to copy when the lights for the entire kitchen got turned on.
The white light flooded into the office through the opening and we both immediately stopped what we were doing and paused to listen.
Joan started copying before switching off the monitor. She crawled over to my side and told me it’s going to take 15 minutes.
I could hear nothing. No one was outside.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, Thomas and Yanting emerged from the bathroom.
I could hear Thomas talking in the quiet kitchen. His voice echoed in the big space and I could roughly gauge where his location is at. I stole a peep and saw him heading to the baking section to retrieve some snacks and cakes to eat.
Yanting opened up some metal like cabinet that was emitting steam and I saw her took some pots out with a glove.
Joan : That’s disgusting… they’re eating the food just like this…
I could tell the disdain in Joan’s whisper as she glared at them.
We need to be out of the place before Thomas and Yanting is done with their food. There’s no telling if they would head over to the office.
The lights were all on in the kitchen, if we were to head out now, there’s a good chance we would get caught if they were looking at our direction.
We needed a distraction.
Joan checked that the data was all copied and she unplugged the hardisk.
We both looked like we had just ran a marathon, our t-shirts plastered onto our bodies by our sweat.
I signalled to Joan to call Thomas, but don’t speak.
She tapped in his number, one which she knew by heart and hit dialled.
The loud ringing echoed throughout the empty kitchen and I wanted to laugh when I saw Yanting jumped, almost spilling her dessert.
Yanting : 有病啊。。。电话铃声怎么大。。。 ( Are you mad ? ring tone so loud )
I craned my neck to take a look and saw what I wanted.
Thomas took a look at the caller and turned away from Yanting and answered.
Thomas : Hello… hellow. ? … Joan ? ….hellow..
I told her to hang up
I told her to dropped Thomas a message, saying that she needed to talk to him before calling again.
Everytime she called, she would hold on for about 10-12 seconds before hanging up.
We repeated this for 3 times before dropping Thomas a message that she can hear his voice but he can’t seem to hear hers.
11.45pm
Thomas mentioned that he needed to take a call and he headed for the exit. Yanting followed closely behind, unwilling to be alone in the empty kitchen.
From where Thomas stood, he’s closer to the main loading and unloading entrance, I signalled for Joan to get ready.
The moment I saw him open the side door, we made a dash for the back entrance we came in by.
I heard the slam of the door on the other end of the kitchen and we immediately exited the unit.
Joan’s phone rang almost immediately and she asked me what to do.
I pointed her to the opposite end of the street and we sprinted across the road and I told her to answer the call, pretend to clarify some questions before the meet tomorrow.
I left her to deal with Thomas as I kept a lookout.
5 minutes later, she hung up and we skirted round the sides of the industrial area and started jogging towards the main road.
Neither of us spoke.
We just ran at a comfortable pace for about 5-8 minutes before we spotted cab and hopped on.
Only when we got back to my place at 12.30am did we take out the hard disk and actually had a good laugh at what we did.
We showered and plugged in the data. We spent 30 minutes scanning through it, there was nothing of note, mostly data about food suppliers, recipes, and notes for using the various industrial size cookers.
I was hoping to get a glimpse into the accounts but there was none to be found.
We did manage to get the purchase order for the last 2 work year and a list of corporate clients with special rates offered to them.
It’s still a good start.
We collapsed from our exhausting day and fell asleep.
31th March 2013
Sunday.
11am
Joan was supposed to meet her parents at the office an hour before the official meeting at 3pm
I told her I wanted to be there but it’s probably not a good idea.
Joan was munching on her egg muffin when she suddenly chuckled and said she had a great idea.
We arrived at the office at 1pm.
Joan walked in first to make sure the coast is clear.
After she had gotten hold of one of the staff loyal to her mum, she got him to prepare a set of protective gear for me.
I suit up with a cap, apron, slacks and even a face mask and gloves. I was stationed at the soup section where it’s helmed primarily by the locals, in particular 2 of the chefs that wanted to move on.
I said my friendly greeting to them and was surprised Joan introduced me as her boyfriend.
She told them in dialect that she did not want Thomas to know I was present that day.
Joan showed me where the pantry were, I was to bring in some drinks later for her parents during the meeting when she drops me a message.
Joan : This is if I need you to be inside. If not…. I think it’s better you don’t ….. I don’t want any unpleasant incident with Thomas again.
I nodded.
My only worry was Yanting would recognise me.
Joan spent some time chatting and gossiping with the local staff and she laughed when she found out from them that Yanting was being investigated for being involved in some shady deals at a massage palour.
She was lucky she’s not there when the raid happened, but she was listed as a employee there and the authorities are investigating.
One of the chef added that Thomas engaged a lawyer for her, adding that once he has taken over, he would get her back to the catering company.
1.30pm
I kept a low profile, sticking to the group of local uncle and aunties while I kept an eye on the PRC staffs who kept to their own group.
I almost gagged on my breakfast as I caught 1 of them putting his feet up on the chair and rubbing in between his toes.
Another man was digging his nose before wiping on his apron as he gestured and spoke loudly in his native dialect.
One lady had such oily hair that I felt nauseous just looking at that glossy shine. Yes, I could see her hair meant her hair net was off.
It was such a fucking put off.
I shuddered at the thought of eating food prepared by them.
2pm
I saw Joan’s parents arrived and they went into the office.
2.30pm
Through the gaps and crevices of the equipment, I saw Yanting and Thomas entered the office.
I kept checking my phone, not wanting to miss out on Joan’s message in case she needed me inside.
I was perspiring as I wandered around, talking to the staff and kept checking my phone.
3.15pm
The office door opened and I could hear raised voices.
It was loud.
A couple of staff huddled over and as I went closer, I can tell it was Yanting’s voice.
Yanting : 搞什么嘛？ 讲不讲礼呀。。。( What is this , it’s unreasonable )
Yanting : 如果在国内你这么样搞。。。你玩完了。。。肯定玩蛋。。 ( If you do this in China, you’re dead )
She went on a loud rant, and as I made my way to the front, she was ranting and shouting like a crazy bitch, pointing her finger at Joan.
Yanting : I know…. You do this..
She spoke in her usual smatter of irritating English, accusing Joan of something.
Joan’s parents started to raise their voices too , so did Thomas.
Soon the commotion attracted the attention of the PRC gang at the far end and they too huddled and squeeze their way rudely pass everyone into the office.
I could feel my hair on the back of my neck standing.
The commotion is getting me excited.
You could feel the tension in the air, I can smell the hostility and it’s like this weird anticipation in your gut.
It’s like an angry mob waiting for a spark.
A spark to set everyone off.
The group of PRC workers started talking loudly too for some reason.
A couple of locals who got shoved rudely pushed back.
Chao chee byes….. KNN….. Pu bor Kia…. Rang out generously.
The ah beng chefs from Malaysia shoved back the PRCs and showed their fingers.
The local uncles pulled off their apron and walked right up to the front, ready for the big game.
I could not help but smile as I felt this exhilarating sense of confrontation filling me from the inside.
I haven’t felt this excited since my first gangfight back in secondary school.
Ok, I admit I exaggerated a little.
It’s just 12 kids who are barely 15 hitting each other with whatever they can get their hands on in the sports room.
I snapped myself out of it and I pushed my way into the office in time to see Yanting pointing her finger at Joan and shouting in her face.
Yanting : In China…. You will be done….!!
Yanting : Nobody do things like this !!! Back home…. You and your family ….finish !
Yanting : Come to China…. I show you !!!… I show you how we do things in CHINA !!
It was worse than a fish market.
The din was deafening
I squeezed pass the crowd to get into the room.
I was barely 3 steps from Joan when it happened.
It fucking happened.
I saw Joan gave me a look with her gentle eyes before she flashed me a brief smile.
I felt my balls shrink for an instance before the rush of endorphins slam it’s way into the back of my head.
It’s fucking felt better than an orgasm I kid you not.
I would give anything to be back in that spot, on that day when it happened.
I watched at Joan slammed her hands down on the table, the loud smack echoed in the room, causing a ripple of silence that lasted barely a second amongst the angry crowd.
But it was enough.
That second of silence was enough.
She grabbed onto Yanting’s finger roughly without warning right when she was about to rant of something about China once more.
Joan : THIS ……IS …. SINGAPORE !!
With that, I saw the first slap left Joan’s hand and connected with Yanting’s face.
Not contented with the slap, she kicked the office chair in front of her , sending it flying towards Yanting.
With the cracked of furniture hitting furniture, and Thomas trying to hold on to Yanting, the entire office erupted into chaos.
There were a lot of shouting and shoving around. Fingers pointing, curses in different dialects.
I could see 2 distinct groups emerging. No I don’t mean the PRCs and the non PRCs, it’s more of the group that was trying to stop things from escalating further and the group that was going all out for blood.
Before I could react, Yanting had already bounced back and swung her bag at Joan while pushing Thomas away at the same time.
By the time I got over to Joan, she had already gotten hit by the handbag but she threw a punch at Yanting too but it failed to land on it’s intended target.
Thomas immediately grabbed onto Yanting by the waist, almost lifting her up into the air as he tried to separate the catfight. I grabbed hold onto Joan’s left arm, and I manage to swing my body in front of her.
My primary concern is Joan, nothing else.
I don’t want her to get hurt.
It was chaotic, the moment I tried to block Joan from the advancing crowd, I felt several heavy items land on my back, thick ring files, stationary holders, books.
I felt a hard object brush pass my chin roughly and I saw a hole puncher land on the floor in front of me. I immediately guided Joan back a couple of steps, and I could see Joan’s father trying to calm everyone down.
Joan’s mum was trying to shield herself from a couple of pen throwing PRC aunties with a ring file.
Thomas did what he could with Yanting, while he waved his free arm wildly in front of the stationary archers in an attempt to stop them. I could hear him shout at his staff, asking everyone to stop but it was no use.
In the heat of the moment, no one listened to him.
Then the situation escalated when I turned and saw the nose digging ah toing took a punch at 1 of the 3 uncle chef right at the doorway.
It was a direct hit and I could see blood trickling down his nose.
Several of the PRC guys immediately held down to the guy, chiding him for doing something so rash. They tried to restraint him but he was strong, easily breaking free.
He shouted in Chinese that the chef he punched always found fault with the way he does things.
Nose digging PRC : 你每天摆明是给我过不去。。。整体找我麻烦。。。 你妈的B。。
( You have been picking on me everyday, you’re out to pick on me. Fuck you )
A couple of younger Malaysian guys stood out in front of the injured chef and tried to calm things down. Shouting and shoving ensured but no more punches were being thrown.
Yanting resumed her cursing at Joan but Joan just remained quiet, glaring at Yanting who was trying to reach for her heels to throw at her.
Right when the situation inside the office more or less has gotten under control, the narrow passageway erupted into yet another round of shouts and shoving.
One of the Malaysian chap who was trying to keep the PRC gang from advancing tripped and fell and the nose digger took the opportunity to kick him when he’s down.
The fellow Malaysian who was left standing could not look on any longer and he immediately threw a punch which hit the nose digger squarely on the Jaw.
The shouting got louder as both sides had their share of peace maker trying to diffuse the tension.
Right at this moment, Joan’s dad decided to guide Joan’s mum out of the office and away from the mess but the mass of PRC workers at the door refused to move aside. Even Thomas threats did not work on them as they rallied and blocked the exit.
I tried to call out to Joan’s parents, asking them to stay away from the crowd but they can’t hear me over the din. I was still wearing my silly mask and cap in the office.
Right at that very moment I heard this low growl like bellow that grew louder and more forceful as it’s decibel level rose.
It’s like the growl of an angry animal trying to fight it’s way through the crowd. It emerged from the crowd at the door and I saw it was the toe rubbing PRC.
It was the first time I saw him at his full height, he was sitting down earlier on during his toe rub. He must have been taller than Thomas but a good 10 cm.
Thomas : Lao Liu ! 你给我出去。。。！！ ( Lao Lui, Get out ! )
It was clear things was starting to go out of control as Yanting immediately called out to Lao liu.
Yanting : 哥！！。。那贱货出手打我。。。 ( Bro, that bitch hit me )
She began whining about how she was being victimised, she did not get to finish her sentence when Thomas asked her to just shut up and stop her whining.
Lao liu had already started shoving himself towards Joan and me.
I grabbed the closest mug I could find, ready to use it in whatever means necessary.
Thomas tried to push Lao liu away but he himself was shoved and he lost his balance and toppled clumsily onto Yanting who screamed at him.
My eye met with Lao liu and I knew the confrontation is inevitable.
We were separated only by a desk and the chair Joan had kicked towards Yanting.
Then from out of nowhere, I heard this loud yelp by 2 of the PRC staff at the main entrance.
It sounded like a whoarrrrrrr that disappeared as soon as I heard it. The 2 figure disappeared from view as if they were sucked into a wormhole and the lady in front of them followed suit, being yanked firmly out the door.
2 more PRC guys went to fill the gap but all I saw was a pair of heavily tattooed hands that gripped onto their waist and yanked them out of the office, effectively clearing the doorway.
The bald head emerged through the entrance and I recognised the old man as the head chef of the company.
Joan just introduced him to me barely a couple of hours ago.
Charlie.
Charlie advanced into the room, his feet planted rock steady as he shove and pushed aside employees from both parties, attempting to separate the conflict.
Charlie was flanked by his disciple, this blond hair chap called Ah Soon from Malaysia. I remembered Ah Soon saying that he’s 2 years younger than me when I asked him what was the trick to making good soup base.
Charlie and Ah soon moved as one, separating angry bodies all the way right up into the office.
Ah soon took several shoves and push from the evicted PRCs but he made it a point to block Charlie from them.
Charlie shouted loudly at Lao liu who just made a wild grab for Joan’s hand but I shoved him away, angling my left shoulder and driving my body towards him.
Everything happened fast, I barely knocked him off balance and he just shove me aside. I was about to smash the mug onto him as I regained my footing but I felt this strong forearm hit me on my chest, knocking me off balance and landing butt first onto the floor.
By the time I looked up, Charlie had engaged Lao liu.
Charlie is approaching 65, looks like a puggy marshmallow man but he is strong. I think Chinese Tze char chefs are probably some of the strongest man around. The simple act of making a dish of fried rice requires a control of both the fire and the strength of handling the wok.
I could work out and lift weights in the gym the whole day, yet it took me only 5 mins before my arms hurt when I tried to help my mum with a big serving of bee hoon during a relatives gathering.
Given Lao liu’s superior build, he managed to avoid Charlie’s first attempt to pull him back, pushing his arms away like the flick of a cigarette butt. Charlie’s second attempt to grab him failed too as he avoided his move, Lao liu feigned a left dash before making a complete turn to head for the right opening towards Joan.
I quickly got up on my feet, feeling utterly useless as I was the 2 super size human face off each other.
I retreated to Joan’s side and pulled her towards the back of the office with her parents.
Lao liu made a dash at Charlie, throwing a thick folder of invoices at him at the same time.
Ah Soon was faster, he blocked the folder for Charlie, jumping in front of lao liu’s charge. His heroic act immediately cut short as lao liu grabbed onto the collars of Ah soon and threw him across the desk like a rag doll.
Joan and her mum cried out in horror as Ah soon landed on a chair before toppling noisily onto the floor.
By this time, all of the other commotions and confrontation had stopped.
The other PRCs and local staff no longer shoved and pushed around.
There were no more punches, no more kicks.
Rationale and reasons started to sink into everyone’s overheated brain.
Thomas was shouting for everyone to clear the area, I saw him entrusting Yanting to another colleague.
Staff were helping each other up and off the ground.
Only lao liu and Charlie remained, squaring off in the messed up office.
Charlie motioned for all of us to leave the office as he undid the buttons on his white spotless chef coat.
He warned lao liu once again to stop and calm down but lao liu started spewing vulgarities at Charlie, cursing Singapore and everything the country had to offer.
A couple of his PRC colleague tried to calm him down but he yanked off a keyboard and threw it at them, causing an immediate retreat at the doorway.
I escorted Joan and her parents towards the doorway right when I saw Thomas took off his Rolex watch and unbuttoned his coat.
Thomas took up position beside Charlie while lao liu cursed at Thomas for not taking care of his sister Yanting.
I checked to make sure Joan was ok and her parents were unhurt.
James : You ok ?
Joan : I’m fine.
The action was about to begin.
I could feel the excitement again.
I will not miss this for the world.
I exhaled and I reached behind my back and undid the knot for my apron, allowing the white cloth to fall ceremoniously onto the floor.
I pulled off my cap and wiped away the beads of sweat around my forehead.
I pulled off my face mask, crumpling it into a ball before throwing it onto the floor.
I removed my casio watch and passed it to Joan.
Before I even said a word, I felt a smack across my head and Joan glared at me.
Joan : Look inside…. It’s like transformer vs pacific rim…. You hobbit go in for what!
I wanted to protest, to tell Joan I could help but she pinched me and said
Joan : You think you very zai ah ? Your gang fight in the sports room… that time you told me what did you grab ?
Joan : You were the last one in …
James : I had to go toilet to shit…. I need to pang sai whenever I get nervous…
Joan folded her arms and continued.
Joan : Answer my question. People grabbed bats and rackets…. What did you tell me you grabbed from the sports room ? tell me !
I hesitated before answering, regretting telling Joan about the incident.
James : Hula hoop… …. ….. I want to loop the biggest size guy…..but.. but…
Joan’s exhaled in exasperation and her right arm went around my neck, pulling me towards her.
Joan : I don’t want you to get hurt James… it’ll break my heart..
Her eyes went back to the office as I digested what she just said.
Right at that moment, I heard the loud crash and shouts of 3 men clashing inside the office.
The shouting and cursing continued for less than 5 minutes before all was quiet.
Everyone had calmed down.
Joan asked me to leave first with her parents, I was unwilling to leave her but she told me to trust her.
Joan : I can handle this.
Joan’s dad drove and we sent her mum back before immediately heading over again to the kitchen.
He was already on the phone with her the moment we dropped her mum off.
It sounded like everything was resolved and the tension was more or less under control.
The papers were signed and everyone was about to part ways.
I could not help but ask what sparked off the incident.
Joan’s dad explained that several staff wanted to leave the company to start out, something which I already knew. Both he and Joan felt that it would be very irresponsible if they were to just leave like this, and that it would be unfair for those who stayed if Thomas did not have the time to get new staff.
They were actually in the midst of negotiation when Yanting started spewing curses.
When Joan got into the car, she updated her dad about the situation. Thomas had things under control. Injured staff were sent home to rest, and he fired a couple of PRC staff.
He also activated staff from another shift in to take over the operations to make sure the day’s orders went out as planned.
Joan’s dad dropped us off at my place.
7pm
Joan and I did not even mention the day’s incident to my family over dinner.
We enjoyed a nice meal of Tze char at the coffee shop, finishing with desserts over at the mall.
We did some grocery shopping as a family, thinking of what snacks to get for the TV later in the evening.
10pm
While Joan was in the shower, I went to the storeroom and did some digging before I found what I wanted.
Mum : You crazy ah… so late take hula hoop for what…
James : Aiyah… you won’t understand la.
10.20pm
Joan was drying her hair while looking through the clothes she had at my place, picking out the pieces she wants to wear for work the next day.
She saw me come in with the hula hoop and started laughing.
Joan : Hahahaha… crazy ah James ? …
James : I want to show you what I can do with this….
She chuckled and put aside her towel.
Joan : It’s ok la…. No need…
James : It’s important… I need to show you….
I was about to explain myself when Joan went to my drawer when I kept my condoms and took out a bunch of them before scattering them onto the bed.
Joan : Show me what you can do with these…
With a shy smile, she got into my bed, laid down on my pillow, pulled my blanket right up to her cheek before looking coyly at me.
Joan : You can take off your casio watch now James…